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Bumpdate: 38 Weeks

I've been horrible at documenting this pregnancy. Same with my last. I wish I was better at time-management. Maybe that'll be a New Year's goal this year. I have a long list of crap that hasn't been done and I feel like I disappoint lots of people with the stuff that I don't do. But, for this moment, what can I do.  Moving on. 

baby venter 38 weeks

This pregnancy has been really weird. I see a higher risk dr because of my preeclamsia with Margot. Sometimes it's stressful because everything always comes back fine but every small thing that comes up, requires more testing or more stress. I would say a majority of my appointments end with, oh by the way, I don't like one result so please go take this blood test before you leave. I stress about the results, don't receive a call, but luckily everything is online eventually, and all is fine. On Monday, I had one of those appointments. My doctor, who I should add, I am grateful that she cares enough to pay attention to the little things, told me EVERYTHING was looking perfect and she didn't need to see me until the NEXT Friday. Which would be almost 2 weeks away and 3 days before my due date. I'm sitting here thinking, "wow, okay. whew." Then she begins to check my big belly and gives me a look. I hate looks. 

My belly had a rash on it. Mind you, I had a wool sweater on, I just had a HOT shower, and had recently put lotion on, and have been getting a million stretch marks a night. So naturally, I'm not worried. But she was. She checks baby's heart rate, all was good. She then tells me, she's afraid my liver might have an infection and I need to get blood work immediately to determine if she was going to induce on Thursday. Even if everything came back clear she now wanted to see me at the end of the week again to check again.  Drama, drama, drama. I get my results at 3 am. All looked great except one thing, then I googled that, and thought my kidney's were failing. Turns out, I'm pretty sure I misread that at 3 am. So Here we are, Wednesday, and as far as I know, I AM NOT having a baby tomorrow. But sometimes with my dr, you just never know. Also if you know anything about our life, you would think, naturally, there'd be a baby came into this world with rather dramatically. But here, we are 38 weeks and I've never been pregnant for this long. I've surpassed my personal goals of thanksgiving, and almost, knock on wood, December 1.  Let's see how long I can last. 

Baby Venter 38 Weeks

 

 

 

tags: photography, pregnancy, life, personal
categories: Baby, personal, photography, pregnancy
Wednesday 11.29.17
Posted by Samantha May
 

Grief.

a lot of this is me sifting through feelings. 

Grief.

It comes in waves. 

A few days ago, I lost a very dear friend of mine. A friend that I hadn't spoken to in a while but one who was always in my heart and not far from my thoughts. 

I steer clear of grief. I've missed a majority of my family's funerals. There are lots of reasons why. In reality, I don't want to deal with emotions. It's selfish. You know what, I say it's selfish but it's really not. I just know myself and what my heart does. 

When I look at my youth, death was never far behind. Pain was always within arms reach. This isn't the "emo" girl coming out. This is the truth. There were harsh realities in my growing up that I never wish upon another. And that is where my journey with grief begins. With a very heavy heart. 

In trending with how I feel about death and missing funerals and skipping over the grieving period. I shook things up this time. When I heard of my sweet friend passing, I jumped on the quickest plane I could and found myself back to a place I hardly recognize, but a place my heart gravitates. A place that quickly finds all the dark corners in my brain;  memories and feelings begin flooding out.  It's scary. The scariest thing about it is... 10 years ago, I was in a similar place as I am today. Grieving. With the same people. Losing another one of our own. 

This one, he held a really special place in my heart. I wish he knew that. I hope he knew that. Since he's passed. I started going to those deep, dark corners in my brain, trying to remember everything I could about him. Uncovering cobbwebbs of times I've buried deep away and I realized there was just too much. This is why you don't go where you come from people, this is why. Give me a while and I might find really positive thoughts to digging deep in the past. But today, I can't. At the end of the day, I find a lot of regret. 

I started going through old journals looking for words I wrote about you. I couldn't find what I was looking for. I wished I wrote about you more. I know why I didn't. But I wish I did. 

This is what I'd tell you:

I'm not sure if you knew this, but I might have loved you a lot more than you knew. You were one of my safest friends and one of my most dangerous. I think you only ever realized the safest part. You had a way of growing on me(and most people for that matter), you appeared one day and never left my life. I gravitated toward you even if it didn't seem like it. We had this chemistry that when we were close to each other there was this deep connection. It was magnetic and I never wanted you to go. I loved that you loved me and told me but never expected anything in return. You just held out hope that maybe, some day. This girl, that you adored would someday want to stay.  And we joked about it. To be honest, you scared me. You made me feel so beautiful and the standard you had for me, definitely ruined me for a long time. I was lucky, to have such amazing guy friends in my life. Ones that made me feel loved, beautiful, like I had value. 

I hated having your heart. I felt like you gave me so much power. That's what scared me about your friendship. You shared your vulnerable heart with people and they loved you for it. I loved you for it. But your heart was so open and fragile and broken. But you bounced back and your optimism showed through it. ALWAYS. Your positivity to look at any situation is something I will remember for all of my days. You wanted everyone around you to be happy and you would try your hardest to make it happen.

I loved the long nights we spent together, I loved friend overs with you. I loved talking poetry and philosophy while sitting around listening to punkrock or whatever else. I loved that you listened to the lyrics just as much as I did. I have a memory of you, I honestly don't know how I ended up with you. Actually let's me honest, you probably called me for a ride and we just drove around talking until it was too late to drive anymore. So we went to my house and talked some more until we fell asleep. Things were simple and complicated all at the same time. We never talked about the complication. You actually probably never knew there was complication. If you would have had enough balls to kiss me. I would have kissed you back. I wouldn't have been able to help myself. You were way more charming than I ever let on. But you were always so damn respectful of me (and other girls). So you sufficed with being next to me, trying to get as close as you could get. Just so you know, the closer you got, the more my heart almost stopped. Us "older" chicks have to keep a reputation and keep our hard shells. 

Your childlike spirit was infectious. You acted like you didn't have a care in the world. But I know that's not true. You loved deeply. You were beyond loyal. Your heart was burdened for the hurting and the problems of this world, You fought lots of inner battles, you could always see more than there was. Constantly. All this is a lot to take, I know. I wished I could have made things great for you just like you made things great for everyone else. I would give anything to have a one of your Justun Bell hugs. I would to just sit on the grass, watching clouds, and have one never-ending conversation, you'd know the right things to say. This is why my heart is heavy, the world lost a great human being. Truly one of the best around. Thank you for being you, Justun Bell. I'm sorry I took for granted that I'd always talk to you "soon." You were never far from my thoughts. 

i loved you so.

Until we meet again, my friend

Now, that I'm taking the time to grieve, I'd kind of like to stop now. 

I just have to keep reminding myself:

It comes in waves. 

 

 

tags: grief, loss, oklahoma, personal, friendship, love
Monday 05.18.15
Posted by Samantha May
 

Growing Pains

Can I be honest? This week was REALLY difficult for me. I felt like I just sucked at being an adult. Nothing I did was right. My schedule was a mess, I wasn't sleeping, and there was just too much to do. I felt inadequate in all my roles. Like really inadequate. I would have loved to have sat at a coffee shop and cried my eyes out. Ain't nobody got time for that. Yet, there is time for yelling, apparently. Sheesh, I should probably reevaluate. My husband is a go-getter (it's a good thing, normally) and impulsively made all these changes in our 400 square foot beach shack without letting me process any of them. Which has been a trend since we've moved in. Now, when I come home, I look around thinking, I never pictured that, that's not me. For instance, I live in the bluest interior house that I never imaged myself living in. Small details seep into my day, our shoes no longer have a home, and there is no space for more storage, things like that. It's okay. Now breath. 

Growing pains. Life pains. Marriage pains. Self pains. 

It will all be okay. 

On the bright side of this week and all the weeks before, I've learned in my adult years a valuable lesson in breathing. A deep breath can change a lot. A deep breath brings clarity and brings to light what I'm feeling. Sometimes after a deep breath I feel the heaviness of life and what I've been suppressing, sometimes after a good deep breath tears happen, and other times a deep breath brings freedom. The point is, it slows life down for a brief moment to actually think and gather thoughts. This week I found moments while walking the dog and seeing Grey whales so close I could touch them and gave myself the time to walk 4 miles. I felt really lucky, and immediately knew to thank God for that. I worked at the Ritz Carlton this weekend and although I'm working, I know to feel really lucky because you can't beat the views and the mass of the sea and how powerful that feeling really is. Its rather breath taking. And in those moments, I'm reminded at how majestic He really is. 

And everything will be okay. 

Breath.

Give it time. 

Buhle Walk




tags: life, personal, photography
categories: photography, the dog., buhle suikerbossie, nesting
Monday 05.11.15
Posted by Samantha May
 

A little junk in the trunk.

I've been contemplating reasons why I don't journal as much anymore. And I think a lot of the reasons boil down to one simple phrase. "I don't feel like myself," thus I don't really like myself because I don't know myself right now. I'm starting to realize that what I knew of "myself" were rooted in a lot of things that I never realized were components of who I was or viewed myself as. Whether that is the people I surrounded myself with, my appearance, or the things that I enjoy doing. That parallels what my roles in life are now..... and I haven't been able to find intersecting points. So the part of me that I know is running on but I'm not on that track. I'm on the side of what my life has become in new, different roles.  That basically are a bunch of growing pains.  

My current one has been my weight. I don't think I'm too big. Given, I don't want to be this big but it is what it is. I've always been curvy...size xs on top and medium on bottom. I know how to dress for that, I know what looks good. what fits. what feels like me. I know how to be confident in that skin. I worked out my woes with being bottom-heavy long ago. But now, the gift of marriage that keeps on giving has lead me to gaining about 20ish pounds. (The hubs cooks really not healthy, good food. I eat lots of carbs and starches now.) Oh yeah, the gift of marriage. I'm now more like a medium on top and largish on bottom. If you were to go into my closet and go through all my clothes (I HAVE A LOT OF CLOTHES, I never get rid of anything) and you saw me on a regular basis. You would clearly notice that I don't wear 3/4 of those clothes.  These clothes sort of loom over what I once was. I keep thinking in, a couple of months, they won't fit so snug. Then a couple of months passes and more of my clothes don't fit. 

The body is strange and weight is connected to the body. It's not always as simple to shed some pounds as one might think.  I'm still trying to find my balance finding the correlation between my old and new defining roles.  

Recognizing myself as a twenty-something (closer to the thirty mark), Jesus follower, wife, animal-mama, friend, sometimes writer, sometimes photographer, and recognizing myself with a little more junk in the trunk. 

 

 

tags: personal, fitness, body image, growing pains, twenty-something
Sunday 03.01.15
Posted by Samantha May
 

the season of more. more. more.

I really admire the minimalistic lifestyle. I’m drawn to it. I think there is so much beauty in the simplistic. But in my life, minimal is not a common way of life. When traveling for long bouts of time and coming back to a “reality” again, I often times have the opportunity to start fresh. I have far less clothes, I have far less furniture(if any at all) and everything still looks clean and uncluttered. I may have a random keepsake here and there but it’s minimal, it’s peaceful, it’s calm. This is my favorite feeling. Fast forward to 6 months and I have tripled my furniture, pictures on walls, vintage vases, and the list goes on. I seem to always find myself back to where I was.  In the "More" zone. 

Currently, my husband and I are at opposite ends. He would tell you otherwise, but he is in the "more" phase. I think because he has lived the minimalist lifestyle for so long and he's finally at a place to be standing still. Marriage does that to you. He now wants more. He has actually started hoarding furniture. He comes home with something he's stumbled upon and I have to look at him and tell him, "put it back where you found it." It actually stresses me out a bit. We don't have a lot of space to be adding non-functional furniture pieces or random lamps that aren't anything i'd ever have dreamed of having in my dream home. 

Then there is my mother. My mother (out of the goodness of her heart) sends us care packages. She usually sends us one-two a month. They are filled with randoms she finds from goodwill. My mom is a goodwill master. But sometimes it's too much. After her boxes, i end up having to buy more hangers or clear our drawers to store what she's send.  We only have so much space and in the back of my mind, I keep thinking that it's going to be a pain to move. Moving is something we'd like to do sooner rather than later. The more stresses me out. Especially during the holiday season. 

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I remember working retail around this time and the goal was to sell as much as possible. The other goal was for me to not purchase anything. Then I'd do it anyways. Then the goal was let's see if I can not purchase anything this week or this day. But it never worked. I fall into the trap too. Then I get frustrated from the holiday corporation. That makes us believe that we need to buy more. We need those special edition christmas collection ornaments that looked almost identical from last years collection. What happened to breaking down what it means to be in the holidays. Family traditions. spending time together. being thankful for what we have. knowing that we are not alone and there are thousands of people who have far less than we do. hug your loved ones and send them more blessings this year. not more of something that will be out of season next year. 

"For to us a child is born, to us a son is given, and the government will be on his shoulders. And he will be called Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace." Isaiah 9:6
 

tags: personal, holidays, family, minimalist
Monday 12.22.14
Posted by Samantha May
 
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