To my Daddy

Dad,
Today is your 60th Birthday. You are currently away for a weekend get-away with Mom and you probably won't even read this until you get back, ... but in all honesty, this post is really for everyone else out there. It's to let you (and them)know how much you are loved and appreciated.

You'll be getting a card from me, hopefully it'll arrive today, so I won't give away all that's in it. But, I just wanted you to see some pictures of why you are such a wonderful man and why your daughter loves you so very, very much.

Dad, I'm so blessed to be able to call you "Dad". I couldn't have asked for a better father. You provide for me, an excellent picture and representation of my heavenly Father. Yes, I know that you do not equal Him or would even consider yourself a good example of His great love for me, but you do demonstrate to me (and our family) what a godly father and leader is supposed to look like and to be. And I love you all the more for that.

I guess, I really just wanted to convey how much I love you and how much I respect the dad that you have been to me and are to me and will continue to be for me. You are special. You are loved. You are appreciated in ways that you'll never know.

So, I hope that your day is wonderful. I pray that you will blessed abundantly today and this year, more than you could possibly begin to imagine.

I love you, Dad. Happy Birthday.
- Meg

- I love my dad for Saturday breakfast dates when we were kids. And they even still continue through adulthood.

- I love my dad because he's the most generous man I've ever met. He's given me more that I could possibly ever even dreamed for.

- I love my dad because he faithfully prayed for my future spouse and loves him like his own.

- I love my dad for his silly side. It doesn't come out often, but when it does, it's really silly and really fun.

- I love my dad because he loves his daughters. He gave us both beautiful weddings because he wanted to demonstrate to us, in a tangible way, how much he cared for his little girls who were all grown up.

- I love my dad because growing up, he made us get up early in the morning to have a family worship time. And when we complained about it and whined and griped, he still made us do it.

- I love my dad because he's one of my biggest cheerleaders in life. He puts aside his own desires and plans in order to visit me in strange places, or drive out to Cedarville for random events, or fly down to Texas, just to cheer me on and enable me to be successful in all that I do.

- I love my dad because he loves his granddaughters. Even at 60, he's still very busy at work, but he always has time for those little girls. And he gets 3 more babies very soon and I know he'll love them just as much.

Playtime with Daddy

While watching tv last night, we had a first "playtime" with the baby.

I guess the baby likes Smarties, The Biggest Loser, and having Daddy blow on Mommy's tummy. :)

He was moving around a lot, so I told Kace that he should feel the baby. He got to feel one big ol' movement and he was sold. He started blowing on my belly and would immediately put his hand where he'd blown. About 2 seconds later, the baby would really move, and then be quiet. So, Kace would do it again. Same thing would happen. He probably did it about 4 or 5 times. It was precious. Kc was SO EXCITED to be able to "play" with his son.

It was so cute to see him get so excited. I can't believe we are going to be parents in less than 19 weeks!!

[sigh]

One month until "Doomsday".

One more month of bliss and then ... [sigh] ... adulthood really begins ...

[sigh]

So fun

Not a very flattering picture of any of us ...

but here is a pregnant picture of me and my sisters.


Yes. All 3 of us are pregnant. And we are all due within about, oh, er, 6 weeks of each other.

Amy and Shannon are both having girls. We are having a boy.

So, for my family, that brings us to 5 cousins -- 4 girls and 1 boy. My poor son will have to participate in many, many hours of playing pretend/dress-up, I'm thinking.

The next time all 3 of us are together, we'll be holding our precious babies instead of parading our awkward selves in front of a camera. I like the thought of the baby picture -- it's more to my liking.

Happy Half-way Day!

Today is a good day.

Today marks 20 weeks. Which means we are HALF-WAY THERE!!

Crazy, huh.

I feel like time is moving along at just the right speed. Not too fast and not too slowly. I'm so grateful that God has designed it to be that a baby brews for 9 months. I think that's a perfect amount of time. :)

There's not much to report at this half-way mark. At our last doctor's visit, our baby weighed in at 8 ounces and is doing great. I still haven't gained any weight yet ... and I'm so not complaining. It seems weird to have always worried about the infamous pregnancy weight gain, and here I am, 20 weeks into my first pregnancy, and I've actually lost 5 lbs instead of gaining anything. I know that eventually the weight will begin tacking on, but maybe if it takes a while to get it, it'll be easier to take it off. Who knows. I do think that for me, working outside the home is helping with that. If I was at home, I KNOW I'd be snacking more. But, since I'm here at work, there's not much to snack on. And, the snack machine in the mail room only takes dollar bills and since I'm one of those people who never carries any sort of cash, I can't get fat-full treats to munch on. :)

I am wearing mostly maternity clothes at this point. I don't really need them and I definitely don't fill them out quite yet, but they just feel better and are way more comfortable than normal clothes.

Kc enjoys feeling his little son move around. Baby Boy likes to push his head (or butt, or foot or whatever body part it might be) right up against my uterus, and it's very hard and a little on the painful side. I just push him back to where he belongs and all is well. But, Kace likes to try to feel his little movements and push him back when the baby pushes against the uterus.

The pictures aren't the greatest, but they are the best we could do. It's really hard to take a digital picture of a glossy ultrasound photo, let me just tell you. I tried and utterly failed, and Kc tried and was partially successful. So, here you go ... some hard to see and quite dark ultrasound photos for your enjoyment.

Please excuse the vulgarity of this photo, but many of you asked ... so here you go. The itty, bitty arrow is pointing to the itty-bitty boy parts of my little man. Don't EVER tell him that we did this. :)
His sweet, little profile. It looks like, to me, that his mouth is open, but I'm actually really bad about reading an ultrasound picture. Really, really bad.

And that's that.

"When I think about the moonlight on the Wabash, then I long for my Indiana home"

This past weekend, I was able to get away for a few days and head on up to Indiana for a fall break.

I decided this had to be the year for a Midwest girl to see some fall leaves. And I wasn't disappointed. It has been 5 years since I've been in a place that actually has a "fall" and I was desperately needing to see lots of fall colors.

I fit in as much as I possibly could in the shortest amount of time possible, but that's what happens when you go 10 months without seeing people.

Friday I flew in around lunch time and Mom (and Colin, who took off the ENTIRE afternoon for me!!) met me at the new Indianapolis airport. First-time flying in and I felt like a total stranger in the city where I grew up. Weird. But, it was pretty snazzy of an airport and I was proud of my hometown.

Anyhoo, we met Kevin and Dad for lunch at the Panera on the Circle. The weekend was already off to a great start. Mom and I had designated Friday as a "shopping day", and since Colin is the world's best little brother, he willingly obliged to tag along with us as we shopped for maternity clothes and baby items for the registry at BabiesRUs. Col said that shopping trip was one of the more awkward experiences in his life, but it just made me laugh.

Oh, funny story at BabiesRUs. I walk in. Give my name. They hand me a scanner-thingy-ma-do. We walk around the store for 45 minutes, scanning items. Colin and I stand and wait for 15 minutes to turn in it. Finally, someone comes to help. They download it. Print off a registry and say, "Well, you've got 58 items on it. Good job!" To which I say, "Uhh, I don't think I registered for that many items." "Your due date is Feb 8, right?" "Nope, it's March 17 ... and I live in Texas." Ugh. They had put me in another Megan Myers' registry, so everything I had just scanned, went to hers and not mine. After another gazillion hours, and a very long phone call to tech support, they finally figured out how to put my stuff on my registry and take off the other woman's. Double ugh.

Ok. Moving on.

Friday night Meredith and Clara came over and Meredith and I played with our huge dollhouse. It was fun. Clara is funny and hysterical and I loved every moment of reconnecting with them.
Isn't she just wonderful?!?!?!? I could eat her in all her cuteness.

Saturday was breakfast at Cracker Barrel with Dad. More maternity clothes shopping and a disappointing drive out to Ft. Harrison State Park to look at leaves. Dad and I went that night to my cousin Ryan's soccer game. Unfortunately, I was too bundled and too cold to whip out my camera, but Avon won and are moving on in the state tournament and that's always a good thing. Ryan was great. I cheered VERY loudly for him and must've not embarrassed him too much because he came over after the game and gave me a big ol' hug.
Gorgeous fall trees!!!!
My goofy brother who put up with his weird crazy sister who wanted to see his apartment on the canal.

Sunday was Family Day. Scrumptious brunch prepared by my lovely mother. More dollhouse with Meredith and then the extended family graciously agreed to have the annual cookout while I was home. I haven't been to a family cookout in YEARS so I was more than thrilled to go. Again, it was a freezing night and we huddled as close as we could to the fire, chanting "No rabbits, no rabbits" whenever the smoke came towards you. (It works. Seriously. Try it sometime. It's just magic, I guess.) I got to drink real apple cider. The little girls played with my dad in the side yard and I loved watching them.
I wasn't joking. It was cold!
But still, oh so much fun!

Monday was Brown County with Mom, Amy and the girls, Aunt Kathy and Emily. We had a great time picnicking, hiking, and just being together. Too bad we can't do that everyday! I wouldn't mind in the least. :)
My sweet, little nieces. Meredith found this ginormous leaf that she wanted me to take home to Uncle Kc. We suggested taking a picture of it instead, because we thought he'd much rather have a picture of her holding said leaf, then the leaf itself. :)

Clara, our little tree-hugger

Sweet, sweet girls who were troopers and hiked all around the lake themselves!


Monday night was an amazing baby shower thrown in Baby Boy Myers' honor. I don't have pictures of it, but I felt entirely loved and showered by the ladies who came (and even those who were unable to come!) I was overwhelmed by people's generosity and it really was a great evening. Shannon, Jeff and I stayed up way too late goofing off, but it was so, SO good to see them. My sister is the cutest pregnant woman you'll ever lay eyes on. Seriously. And I can't WAIT to hold her baby girl.

Tuesday I was able to attend a BSF class in Indy with my mom and Meredith. We put Meredith in piggy-tails and she skipped all morning. Literally. It was precious. I love that little girl. We got to walk around the town of Zionsville in the afternoon, enjoying the warm temperatures and beautiful colors before I had to catch my evening flight back to Dallas.
Meredith and Aunt Megan





Whew. That was a long post. But, I really did have a wonderful, wonderful time in Indiana and can't wait to be back there in a little over a month.

Coming Soon!

One week ago, we found out that, in March, we would be welcoming a baby boy into our household!

A BABY BOY!!

Or in Kc's email to his co-workers, his first child will be a "masculine child".

I don't think it's still sunk in yet that my first child will be a boy. A big brother for all the other little Myers children (Lord-willing) that are yet to come.

Big brothers are great. Little boys are great. And we get to have one in our family.

I'm a little nervous (not going to lie here) about being a mom to a rambunctious little guy. How do I know that he'll be rambunctious? Well, I am married to his father, aren't I?!?!?? [wink, wink] Yet, God will give me the strength and the ability to love on this little man and will teach me (and us) to raise a little warrior for His kingdom.

It's actually a fairly daunting task -- raising a wee lil' man. But, we are excited about what lies ahead for us.

When I was in Indy last weekend, my wonderful friend, Heather (and her family), threw me a beautiful baby shower. Here are a couple of pictures of some the precious baby boy clothes that we got. I had to leave most of them in Indiana because I couldn't fly them back with me. We'll just pick it all up when we are there next month for Thanksgiving. I knew how much Kc would want to see this stuff (or more like how much I wanted him to see them!) so that's why I took pictures of it all.


Don't you just love the little ducky butt? I do!
And precious, PRECIOUS little doggies on the feetsies :)
Kc's future MVP
Bibs, bibs, and more bibs .... and some burp cloths, not blankets, right Aunt B? :)

So, it's a boy. A baby boy.

Boy, well, this sure is a fun thing!

My leg has gone numb.

This being-pregnant-thing sure brings a lot of crazy stuff along with it! My sweet doctor told me to not be surprised or freaked out but that there would be many strange and abnormal going on's with my body and she wasn't a'kiddin'.

Apparently. Or else having one's leg go numb is a freak of nature and I happen to be just that freak.

My left leg, between my hip and knee-cap, on the outer portion of my thigh, is just numb. Sometimes the numbness spreads to my backside, but for the last 3 or 4 days, that portion of my thigh is numb. I can still walk and there's feeling -- it's just feels like I got a shot of Novacain or something similar to that and it's slowly wearing off. Not painful. Just annoying. And funny to me.

I looked online (because that's always a safe and reassuring place to go when confronted with an abnormality with one's body!) and found some pregnancy discussion boards where women talked about their legs going numb at some point in their pregnancy. Whew. Now I feel better.

The "research" I did said that the baby is probably pressing on that sciatic nerve or it could even be my pelvis resting and pinching a nerve. After a few weeks, and more changes and stretching happens, it should go away. Cool.

Kc commented to me yesterday, "Man, you sure are loving this being pregnant, huh?"

It's great. It really is. Except for the whole leg going numb part.

So, here's the question: am I freak or has this happened to you or someone else you know? I've thought about seeing my chiropractor (especially before I sit for 3 hours on a plane this weekend) to have him adjust my hip and see if that moves stuff around and takes the pressure off of that nerve.

In Which Piglet Is Entirely Surrounded By Water

It rained and it rained and it rained. Piglet told himself that never in all his life, and he was goodness knows how old -- three, was it, or four? -- never had he seen so much rain. Days and days and days.

"If only," he thought, as he looked out his window, "I had been in Pooh's house, or Christopher Robin's house, or Rabbit's house when it began to rain, then I should have had Company all this time, instead of being here all alone, with nothing to do except wonder when it will stop." And he imagined himself with Pooh, saying, "Did you ever see such rain, Pooh?" and Pooh saying, "Isn't it awful, Piglet?" and Piglet saying, "I wonder how it is over Christopher Robin's way," and Pooh saying, "I should think poor old Rabbit is about flooded out by this time." It would have been jolly to talk like this, and really, it wasn't much good having anything exciting like floods, if you couldn't share them with somebody.
- Excerpt from Winnie-the-Pooh, Chapter 9

So, it's been raining and raining here in North Texas. Seriously. For about the past month, we've had very few days of sunshine. And even though Piglet might have been upset about his situation and wished it would stop raining, I, on the other hand, am loving it. Loving every single moment of it.

Perhaps if I was out and about in the torrential downpours, getting out of a car or manipulating an umbrella while trying to side-step the world's largest puddle, I might be annoyed and disgruntled about the rain.

But, sitting in my office, or listening to the rain hitting my very own roof and windows while lying in bed each night, I'm comforted by the rain and am truly grateful for it.

You might think I'm strange and odd and wonder if I've lost my sanity. Maybe I have. I don't know. I do know though, that the rain brings cloudy and overcast days. The rain brings cooler temperatures. The rain brings fall. And for this Indiana girl who very much misses living in the Midwest during this time of year (and has been homesick these last few months), the rain is a welcome change and a tangible way that reminds me of Home.

I truly believe that God has sent the rain to North Texas for me, and me alone. It's has been a huge encouragement to me during this time of homesickness. I love how God takes care of his children, loving on them, and letting them know that even when we feel that life is full of changes and will never be "the same" as it was before ... it can be. Life can be normal and familiar. And I really, truly am grateful for that reminder.

And in case you fall into the category of being discouraged by the rain, take heart by the words of another favorite Winnie-the-Pooh character of mine ... "The nicest thing about the rain is that it always stops. Eventually." - Eeyore

I concede

I have finally conceded that maybe, just maybe, I am displaying a pregnancy bump.

Just maybe.

Kc has sworn that he's felt the baby move, but as of this week, I think what I'm experiencing is the baby moving. I think. I don't know for sure, but from what I read and hear from others, it probably is the beginning of movement. :)

Here we are at 16 weeks. Baby bump? Or belly fat? I'm thinking that I can safely say that it's a baby bump.

Happy Birthday, Momma Dearest!

These are SUPER old pictures and not terribly flattering of either one of us, but at this late hour ... this is all I could find of the two of us.

My apologies, Mom. :)

BUT ... I just wanted you to know how much I love you and how tickled pink I am that you are my mom. You are an amazing mom and in my humble opinion, one of the very, VERY best.

Actually, strike that. You are the best mom. Ever.

I love you and wish you the happiest of years.

And please don't kill me for posting these pictures. [sheepish grin]
Two fashion icons -- in the words of Clairee Belcher, the only thing that separates us from the animals is our ability to accessorize.
My hero - she braved the insanely long flight, slept in oh-so-uncomfortable beds, swatted mosquitoes, rode bikes on unfamiliar terrain in the back alleys of my university, all so she could come support me and minister to me while I was in China. I love you double for that!


My mom. Friend. Confidante. Role model. Spiritual advisor. Fellow dramatist. Encourager. My mom.