Monday, September 17, 2012

Note to the 14 week Bump


Oh, hi little Babe.
Happy (almost) 14 weeks to ya!
Last night, your Daddy and I went outside to try and get some pictures of you and I. You know, creative ones that look pretty and such... but, alas, it turns out that your Mama is just as completely and thoroughly awkward as we always knew she was. It's okay though, because we got these two shots, which aren't too shabby at all.

I'm laying in your room right now, and it's so strange that in just a few months, this room will actually start looking like your room... like you belong in here.

You already belong with us. You belong in our family, and we love you so.

We got to hear your heartbeat a few weeks ago and let me tell you, it was one of the best (and weirdest) sounds I've ever heard. You have proven yourself to be the royal stealer of all of my energy, and I never seem to be able to get enough sleep. But we are so happy that you're growing! We can't wait to feel you moving, hopefully soon! Your Daddy is so wonderful, loving on you and working hard for you and doing practically everything for me. I think you'll really like him.

He's already crazy about you.

It's been pouring rain outside all day long. I really hope you like rain and storms as much as your Daddy and I do. So, don't believe the other small fries that you'll be friends with -- storms really aren't scary at all. Kids lie.

But for now, I just ask that you stay safe and keep growing the way you should. God is so good, trusting us to take care of and love you. I pray that you'll grow to know and find joy in His goodness.

Oh, and please forgive me for not eating very healthy... it's hard, you'll learn, to stay away from foods you love when all the healthy stuff looks entirely unappetizing. I have a feeling you and I will be bonding over large amounts of milk & cookies and buttery, cheesy baked potatoes in your future. Yeah, I know, it sounds really yummy right now.

Love you, sweet thing,
Mama


P.S. Here's a horrid picture of me at 10 weeks,
right before I crashed into bed and slept for 11.5 hours straight.

Saturday, September 15, 2012

Happy Weekend



It's a quiet and chilly morning here.
The weather is pulling my heart back to Michigan and its cozy fall days.

So, before hubs wakes up and before I start the cleaning list and before I shower and before I choose to get busy, this baby bump and I will make Homemade Pumpkin Cinnamon Rolls. Sounds incredible, right?

Have a happy weekend, won't ya!


Saturday, September 8, 2012

A few happy [yesterday] things

2 Corinthians 4:16-17



In light of trying to climb out of a semi deep-ish hole of fear, funk, anger and just generally a lot of yucky emotions, I am choosing to make a little list of things that lighten my heavy heart.


[1]
It's Friday. Need I say more?
[2]
Being able to listen to and be there for my husband in his time of need.
Makes me feel like I'm taking a step toward the wife I want to be.
[3]
I hear that pumpkin spice everything is back at Starbucks.
I know where I'm going this weekend.
[4]
Email.
I never wanted a smartphone, but since August 7th, I'm continually more and more grateful for the ability to so easily receive and respond to emails from Thailand every day...
I miss my best friend.
[5]
Realizing that today is the 7th of September
and Leneigh has been there for an entire month already...
Finding hope in the thought of "one month down..."
[6]
The way God pricks my hardened heart every so often,
saying "It's okay to hurt. I am giving you joy when you
least expect it, but need it most."
[7]
My growing and changing body.
Knowing that I am sustaining a life in there...
and through that knowledge, reassuring my heart that soon,
oh, soon, I will begin to actually feel like a Mama.
[8]
New music and new playlists.
[9]
This blog.
When I actually find the time and courage to write something,
I always feel thankful and refreshed afterwards.



Lamentations 3:53-58
[Sent to me late last night from my sweet friend... Thank you, Kayce...]
"They tried to end my life in a pit and threw stones at me; the waters closed over my head, and I thought I was about to perish. I called on Your name, Lord, from the depths of the pit.
You heard my plea: "Do not close Your ears to my cry for relief!"
You came near when I called You, and You said "Do not fear."
You, Lord, took up my case; You redeemed my life."

Hallelujah.