What a week

Well, we are leaving Arkansas tomorrow for phase three of our hurricane evacuation. Hopefully, this will be the last phase, but we really don't know. We first left Baton Rouge (phase one) last Thursday and stayed there for two nights. We wanted to see where the storm was going, and because it looked like it would affect both BR and Lake Charles, we decided it was best to go north. We did avoid a lot of traffic by taking this route and leaving early, but it was a far drive. We've been here in Russellville (phase two) since Saturday. We have watched a lot transpire from our post here. First, the mass evacuation from SE Louisiana. Then, everyone waited anxiously as the storm approached, then spared New Orleans - but not Baton Rouge - and barely skirted Lake Charles. The most nerve-wracking moment was when the water started going over the Industrial Canal, but luckily that wasn't as serious of a problem as it could have been. The hours after the storm passed were anxiety-ridden, as it was during those hours that the city had flooded post-K. But we were in the clear and soon the RNC was taking over the news channels, Jim Cantore tooks off his parka and swim goggles, and people started chomping at the bit to go home. It was about this time that I was able to focus on some work, which was nice. I have spent most of the day's hours, however, listening to WWL, which provides a wealth of information for residents hour after hour after hour.

And, all the while, this beautiful girl continues to grow in my belly. I hate to admit that I have not been focusing on her as much this week. It breaks my heart. There are so many things going on, and we are not at all in our comfort-zone, so it's hard to continue preparing mentally for her arrival. Tomorrow we head home, or closer to home at least, and I plan to refocus my energy on the center of my being, my pregnant belly...and then on our beautiful girl (whose name will not be Hanna or Josephine).


For anyone that's ever been nine-months pregnant, you know that all you want is to be home. I just want to be comfortable, eating my own food, sitting in the empty nursery dreaming of our little girl, walking around naked because my clothes no longer fit (even the maternity ones), cramming in those last few chapters of the baby books even though nothing I read will prepare me, spending special time with Travis and my friends.


Travis and I were going to go on a date to celebrate 36 weeks of pregnancy, full term. However, we were in Baton Rouge, already evacuated. We'll have to do that for 37 weeks, or 38 maybe. Whenever we can get home.

I just want to close by saying how absolutely amazing pregnancy is. I'm not saying amazing in a "oh my gosh, I love it" way, but in the fact that I am amazed that the human body is capable of this. Just when I thought I couldn't get any huger, I do. I don't feel that there is any more room in there for her, but I continue to grow. And when she's born, I will produce food for her. That is beyond words...and I can't wait.

We haven't been at home to take a normal belly picture, so here is one from our fishing trip this week. Time to go to bed now - long drive tomorrow.