July 29, 2008...5:00 pm
Boy, does God have a sense of humor! After a wonderful time of prayer and fellowship with Him this morning, I was at peace, surrended, and totally resigned that I would probably have to wait another week or so. I planned on going to the doctor, hearing I hadn't progressed, smiling, and going home to wait on the Lord. NOT! My doctor looked at me, said he had good news, told me I was dilated to 2, 25% effaced, and that I would need to check into the hospital tomorrow afternoon at 4:00, stay overnight, and be induced Thursday morning. WHAT???????????
I could not have been more shocked. I am STILL in shock! Can you all hear God laughing at me?
I was soooo worried about next week when He had planned this week all along. Now I'm "scrambling" because mentally I am so floored by this news. A July baby ya'll! Oh my goodness-I have to go get a car seat in the car, Abby's bags packed, etc. etc. Seriously, can you HEAR God laughing!!!!! Pray for me! :)
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
God's Timing
July 29, 2008
Dear Lord,
Forgive me once again for trying to take matters into my own hands. I am a perpetual complainer often looking at the negative rather than the positive, overlooking the blessings, seeing the glass half-empty rather than half-full. Forgive me for the anxiousness of my heart, the restlessness of my soul....time and time again you have proven your goodness....you have shown me how perfect your will and your timing is...why do I doubt You and your ways? Help me to trust you Lord for "there is no other way to be happy in Jesus than to trust and obey." Thank you for friends who have encouraged me with your word and prayed for my anxious heart. Thank you for allowing me to experience such helplessness and lack of control that I am driven to your word. Your word is a balm to my soul, a comfort that no one else can give, truth that drives out all doubt, and peace...blessed peace that the world can not give or understand. Today I rejoice that "thus far the Lord has brought us" (thank you reformed grits!) I rejoice that you will "never leave me nor forsake me". I rejoice that it is not up to me to figure out the times that are set for me for "my times are in your hands". I rejoice that "there is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under heaven; a time to be born!" I rejoice that "all the days ordained for me were written before one of them came to be." I rejoice that "this is the day the Lord has made and I will rejoice and be glad in it!" Today I can go to the doctor's office and not worry about what he may or may not say. If I am progressing...praise the Lord. If I must wait a little longer...praise the Lord. Your ways are perfect and I will trust in your timing...not just for the delivery of Alivia...but for your perfect will for our family and for your kingdom to come. ~ Amen
Dear Lord,
Forgive me once again for trying to take matters into my own hands. I am a perpetual complainer often looking at the negative rather than the positive, overlooking the blessings, seeing the glass half-empty rather than half-full. Forgive me for the anxiousness of my heart, the restlessness of my soul....time and time again you have proven your goodness....you have shown me how perfect your will and your timing is...why do I doubt You and your ways? Help me to trust you Lord for "there is no other way to be happy in Jesus than to trust and obey." Thank you for friends who have encouraged me with your word and prayed for my anxious heart. Thank you for allowing me to experience such helplessness and lack of control that I am driven to your word. Your word is a balm to my soul, a comfort that no one else can give, truth that drives out all doubt, and peace...blessed peace that the world can not give or understand. Today I rejoice that "thus far the Lord has brought us" (thank you reformed grits!) I rejoice that you will "never leave me nor forsake me". I rejoice that it is not up to me to figure out the times that are set for me for "my times are in your hands". I rejoice that "there is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under heaven; a time to be born!" I rejoice that "all the days ordained for me were written before one of them came to be." I rejoice that "this is the day the Lord has made and I will rejoice and be glad in it!" Today I can go to the doctor's office and not worry about what he may or may not say. If I am progressing...praise the Lord. If I must wait a little longer...praise the Lord. Your ways are perfect and I will trust in your timing...not just for the delivery of Alivia...but for your perfect will for our family and for your kingdom to come. ~ Amen
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
Start the countdown!!!!
July 22, 2008
Well, we are back from the beach and now the official countdown can start (nothing on our calendar except waiting for the baby!) I had a doctor's visit today in which he informed me that nothing is happening yet. That's when I looked at him and said, "OK, time to get serious. Just how long are you gonna let me go?" (Abby was 2 weeks late and still had to be induced!) He just laughed- and I said "NO...I'm serious!" He said they have some new "tools" now that they didn't have when Abby was born that helps labor along, but he can't do anything until I have progressed to at LEAST 1cm. So start praying people. All he needs is a little opening, 1 little cm and we are in business. All you moms who have had your babies early or on time- you really need to hit your knees because you have NO idea what it's like to go 2 weeks over! He said he could induce as early as July 31, but that he definitely thought we would have a baby by my due date. He better be right because you do NOT want to get the hopes of a tired, fat, sleep deprived, heartburn suffering, get up 7 times a night to go to the bathroom, back hurts all the time pregnant lady up and then disappoint her! HA HA
I'm so thankful for this pregnancy. Alivia Scott is truly an answer to prayer. I have had a healthy 9 months, she is very active, and we are so ready to meet her!
Sunday, June 29, 2008
Lucky #12
June 29, 2008
(How is it I had more time to blog when I was teaching than I do now? Go figure...)
Funny this post should come after our "Happy Anniversary" post. Last week Scott when golfing with the men from church. I was fine with it because I had my last baby shower (sweet neighborhood friends!) and he was supposed to be home around the same time I was. He came home a little late (NOT surprising to anyone who knows him) only to say he had to go back because he had left a golf club on the course. OK-so he left at around 6:30 am-got home around 1:30ish, visited with me, my sister, and brother-in-law briefly then called Chad (our neighbor) to ride with him to look for his "club". It was 2:28. At 4:00 he was still not home. I started doing the "math" in my head. Maximum of 30 minutes to get there and 30 minutes to get home still leaves him 32 minutes to pick up his "club." I called...."Where are you????" I'll be leaving shortly. "What's taking you so long?" He told me he had to look for the "club"-it wasn't just lying around waiting on him. I was STEAMING!!! (You have to know we were waiting on him to go to the pool-and we had been waiting for quite awhile!) He finally gets home at 4:33. We head to the pool and our neighbors (Chad and Heather) met us there. I was in FULL pregnant vent mode asking Heather "aren't you mad? what took them so long? HOW in the world do you lose your golf club (for the 2nd time!) on the course? Don't you hit the ball and put it back in the bag for crying our loud?"....Heather is allowing me to "vent"-but she doesn't seem quite as irritated as I am. "Aren't you mad?" In her gentle voice-"Well, maybe a little". That's it-that's all she said. Weird, I thought. UNTIL the next day when the REAL story unfolded:
Yes, Heather was MAD and gave Chad an EARFUL when he came home (right before they came to the pool) until he finally told her what they were really looking for. "Oh," she said. Then Chad tells her she can't tell me until Scott tells me and he won't tell me today because he already knows how mad I am. So there she sits by me in the pool-knowing the REAL story, not able to tell me, and furious that she had been put in this position! She goes home that night and tells Chad to tell Scott to tell me (are you with me?) what really happened. Which led to the next day
when Scott says "I need to tell you something but you have to promise not to get mad." Are you kidding? Does he know me at all? I'm mad before he even begins because I know this must be a doozie. It wasn't the "club" he lost. On the 11th hole he realized he hadn't put sunscreen on. He didn't want to get sunscreen all over his watch, ring, etc. So he took them off and put them in a basket on the golf cart. (Imagine horror music in the background as you continue reading).
It was only when he was getting in the car to come home (remember my sister was here so he had to come home right away to help them load their sofa that had been in my basement) that he realized he had his watch and wallet, but NOT his ring. He walks in our house and didn't say a word. Then when they left, he said he had to go back to get his "club". He and Chad went back to the 11th hole and looked EVERYWHERE!!! Finally, Scott was ready to come home and let me know that he had lost his 2nd (that's right...2nd!) wedding ring when Chad said-wait a minute...Let me just ask these guys (on a golf cart -apparently with a #12 on it?) if I can look in their cart. After Scott couldn't talk him out of it-he walks very casually up to these strangers, explains the situation , and asks them if he can look in their cart. He picks up the little basket and lying right there on Lucky cart#12 is Scott's wedding ring! No Joke! Those men couldn't believe it...Scott couldn't believe it....Chad just kept saying "I told you 12 was my lucky number!"
So-all was well- the ring was found, I finally learned the truth, Chad was off the hook with Heather, and Scott and Chad were planning a trip to Vegas where they would put everything on lucky #12! (ha ha)
If you see Scott without his wedding ring, don't worry. It is safely tucked away in the drawer (where it stays!) except on Sundays....(there's no need to take your ring off at church right?)
Maybe we WILL have a "Happy 18th Anniversary"!!!!
(How is it I had more time to blog when I was teaching than I do now? Go figure...)
Funny this post should come after our "Happy Anniversary" post. Last week Scott when golfing with the men from church. I was fine with it because I had my last baby shower (sweet neighborhood friends!) and he was supposed to be home around the same time I was. He came home a little late (NOT surprising to anyone who knows him) only to say he had to go back because he had left a golf club on the course. OK-so he left at around 6:30 am-got home around 1:30ish, visited with me, my sister, and brother-in-law briefly then called Chad (our neighbor) to ride with him to look for his "club". It was 2:28. At 4:00 he was still not home. I started doing the "math" in my head. Maximum of 30 minutes to get there and 30 minutes to get home still leaves him 32 minutes to pick up his "club." I called...."Where are you????" I'll be leaving shortly. "What's taking you so long?" He told me he had to look for the "club"-it wasn't just lying around waiting on him. I was STEAMING!!! (You have to know we were waiting on him to go to the pool-and we had been waiting for quite awhile!) He finally gets home at 4:33. We head to the pool and our neighbors (Chad and Heather) met us there. I was in FULL pregnant vent mode asking Heather "aren't you mad? what took them so long? HOW in the world do you lose your golf club (for the 2nd time!) on the course? Don't you hit the ball and put it back in the bag for crying our loud?"....Heather is allowing me to "vent"-but she doesn't seem quite as irritated as I am. "Aren't you mad?" In her gentle voice-"Well, maybe a little". That's it-that's all she said. Weird, I thought. UNTIL the next day when the REAL story unfolded:
Yes, Heather was MAD and gave Chad an EARFUL when he came home (right before they came to the pool) until he finally told her what they were really looking for. "Oh," she said. Then Chad tells her she can't tell me until Scott tells me and he won't tell me today because he already knows how mad I am. So there she sits by me in the pool-knowing the REAL story, not able to tell me, and furious that she had been put in this position! She goes home that night and tells Chad to tell Scott to tell me (are you with me?) what really happened. Which led to the next day
when Scott says "I need to tell you something but you have to promise not to get mad." Are you kidding? Does he know me at all? I'm mad before he even begins because I know this must be a doozie. It wasn't the "club" he lost. On the 11th hole he realized he hadn't put sunscreen on. He didn't want to get sunscreen all over his watch, ring, etc. So he took them off and put them in a basket on the golf cart. (Imagine horror music in the background as you continue reading).
It was only when he was getting in the car to come home (remember my sister was here so he had to come home right away to help them load their sofa that had been in my basement) that he realized he had his watch and wallet, but NOT his ring. He walks in our house and didn't say a word. Then when they left, he said he had to go back to get his "club". He and Chad went back to the 11th hole and looked EVERYWHERE!!! Finally, Scott was ready to come home and let me know that he had lost his 2nd (that's right...2nd!) wedding ring when Chad said-wait a minute...Let me just ask these guys (on a golf cart -apparently with a #12 on it?) if I can look in their cart. After Scott couldn't talk him out of it-he walks very casually up to these strangers, explains the situation , and asks them if he can look in their cart. He picks up the little basket and lying right there on Lucky cart#12 is Scott's wedding ring! No Joke! Those men couldn't believe it...Scott couldn't believe it....Chad just kept saying "I told you 12 was my lucky number!"
So-all was well- the ring was found, I finally learned the truth, Chad was off the hook with Heather, and Scott and Chad were planning a trip to Vegas where they would put everything on lucky #12! (ha ha)
If you see Scott without his wedding ring, don't worry. It is safely tucked away in the drawer (where it stays!) except on Sundays....(there's no need to take your ring off at church right?)
Maybe we WILL have a "Happy 18th Anniversary"!!!!
Thursday, May 29, 2008
Catching Up!
Happy 17th Anniversary!!!!May 29, 2008
Yes, I'm still alive and I'm finally back! It has been VERY busy since my last post. *Update: the "talk" has not happened yet...she seemed to have lost interest. I was all prayed up and ready to go, but didnt' have a peace about bringing it up. Since then she asked "Now why do we need that cord again?" Which was immediately followed by "Do you have any idea how I could make a hot air balloon for my pet shop pals?" So....NO, we haven't had the talk. I'm answering questions as they come..and will be ready when the time is right!
Here's my "May" in a nutshell:
*had a surprise class baby shower at school...Fun!
*had a teacher baby shower and a church baby shower in the same week (which means 2 cakes in the same week...yum...but way too many calories! And FYI...ALL my thank-you's were written within 1 day of the shower...YEA!)
*had awards day (My sweet Abby received the Esther Award for her class- what a humbling honor !)
*cleaned my classroom, packed all my stuff, and moved it home for storage because I don't know when I will return to teaching
*had my glucose sugar test (the dreaded orange drink) and passed!
*had my teeth cleaned (yuk! but went well)
*watched my niece (who was just Abby's age yesterday) graduate from high school
*headed to the beach with my sister and brother-in-law for a fun-filled memorial day
(which leads to the following:)
If you listen to Rick and Bubba, you may have heard of Paul Thorn (Mission Temple Fireworks Stand, Burn down the trailer park, etc.) I love Paul Thorn! He's one of those crazy, down to earth, funny entertainers. I mentioned to Scott that we should try to go see him live (we have NEVER been to a concert together-don't ask me why). He begins searching the web site and discovers that he's going to be at LuLu's on May 25 (our 17th Anniversary!!!!) Pack your bags was the only next logical step. I mean, Paul Thorn, Lulu's, our anniversary, and memorial day...it could not have been any clearer if an airplane had written in the sky!
I kept hoping that I would get a chance to meet him, tell him that I had driven 4 hours while 7 1/2 months pregnant, and maybe get a picture. We got there a little early (while he was casually doing a sound check). I just walked right up to the stage and said "Paul, I'm your biggest fan, drove 4 hours to get here, we are celebrating our anniversary, could I please get a picture with you....the following is the result of that conversation.............
No, this is "not my baby daddy"....but it is a hilarious memory for us! Scott laughed so hard, as did I....this is soooooo Paul Thorn!!!!
Friday, May 9, 2008
THE Question!!!!!!
May 8, 2008
I was "tucking Abby in" for bed (as usual) when she looked at me and said, "Mommy, I have a question....How do you know when it's time to have the baby?" Ummmm............
This led to some gentle answers, simple analogies, etc. which led to more questions:
*Where does the cord come from?
*How do you know when you are pregnant?
*How does the pregnancy test work?
*How does the baby grow?
*How does the baby come out?
Oh Lord, I am NOT ready for this! My sweet little girl (who STILL believes in the tooth fairy, Santa, and everything naive) is asking QUESTIONS! WHY is she asking questions??? Can't they just stay young and innocent forever? I was so caught off guard. She is not quite as mature as some other children her age (for which I am thankful!) She seemed satisfied with my answers and I told her if she had any more questions I'd be glad to answer them. I kissed her good night, made it down the stairs, when I heard her voice...."Mommy, I have one more question. How does the baby get in your stomach?"
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
"Uh, we'll talk about it tomorrow ok? "
"Will you remember?" she said.
"Yes, I'll remember! Good night!"
Is today "THE" day? Please pray for me. I do ask for the Lord's wisdom and words to handle this subject that I wasn't quite ready to talk about (maybe she gets her naivet`e from me?)
Any moms with experience out there? HELP!!!
I was "tucking Abby in" for bed (as usual) when she looked at me and said, "Mommy, I have a question....How do you know when it's time to have the baby?" Ummmm............
This led to some gentle answers, simple analogies, etc. which led to more questions:
*Where does the cord come from?
*How do you know when you are pregnant?
*How does the pregnancy test work?
*How does the baby grow?
*How does the baby come out?
Oh Lord, I am NOT ready for this! My sweet little girl (who STILL believes in the tooth fairy, Santa, and everything naive) is asking QUESTIONS! WHY is she asking questions??? Can't they just stay young and innocent forever? I was so caught off guard. She is not quite as mature as some other children her age (for which I am thankful!) She seemed satisfied with my answers and I told her if she had any more questions I'd be glad to answer them. I kissed her good night, made it down the stairs, when I heard her voice...."Mommy, I have one more question. How does the baby get in your stomach?"
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
"Uh, we'll talk about it tomorrow ok? "
"Will you remember?" she said.
"Yes, I'll remember! Good night!"
Is today "THE" day? Please pray for me. I do ask for the Lord's wisdom and words to handle this subject that I wasn't quite ready to talk about (maybe she gets her naivet`e from me?)
Any moms with experience out there? HELP!!!
Thursday, April 24, 2008
Tagged!
April 24, 2008
Did I ask to be tagged? Did you read my previous blog? HA HA
Here goes (from Distybug) 7 random facts about my childhood:
1. When I was in 5th grade, I played Ngana (the polynesian child ) in South Pacific. Yes, polynesian children have dark skin and dark hair. Yes, I had fair skin and blonde hair. My mother dyed my hair black....it turned green! Great memories! I still know the song I had to learn in French!!!!!!
2. I cracked my left elbow in 1st grade by turning a cartwheel in our yard, falling, and landing on a rock.
3. I broke my right wrist and forearm in 4th grade by wrecking my bicycle (which led to my mother being questioned by the doctor since I apparently "easily" break my arms?...DHR anyone?)
4. My older sister and I used to play "Charlie's Angels" by riding our go-cart through the neighborhood....(one of our favorite games!)
5. I always wanted long hair when I was little, only it wasn't going to happen. THIN, short hair is all I had (Abby is reliving this "dream/nightmare" with her short/thin hair and wanting long, lustrous locks!) My granny would clip a towel on my head so I could pretend I had long hair. I would wear it all day long, swing it over my shoulder, climb the tree in her front yard like I was something! I miss her!
6. In 1st grade I got in "trouble" when my teacher left the room and I went to the front of the class to lead all the students in "cheers". (Did you all know that I was a cheerleader, and now Abby is on a competitive cheerleading squad? Maybe she's more like me than I realized!)
7. My lips stayed chapped all the time when I was young. My mother saw me waiting for the bus one cold day. I was licking my lips in the cold wind. No wonder they were chapped all the time! She told me to stop, the chapped lips got better. (I am still addicted to chapstick though!)
I tag ANYONE who reads this blog! You have NO choice! You can NOT unsubscribe! ha ha
Did I ask to be tagged? Did you read my previous blog? HA HA
Here goes (from Distybug) 7 random facts about my childhood:
1. When I was in 5th grade, I played Ngana (the polynesian child ) in South Pacific. Yes, polynesian children have dark skin and dark hair. Yes, I had fair skin and blonde hair. My mother dyed my hair black....it turned green! Great memories! I still know the song I had to learn in French!!!!!!
2. I cracked my left elbow in 1st grade by turning a cartwheel in our yard, falling, and landing on a rock.
3. I broke my right wrist and forearm in 4th grade by wrecking my bicycle (which led to my mother being questioned by the doctor since I apparently "easily" break my arms?...DHR anyone?)
4. My older sister and I used to play "Charlie's Angels" by riding our go-cart through the neighborhood....(one of our favorite games!)
5. I always wanted long hair when I was little, only it wasn't going to happen. THIN, short hair is all I had (Abby is reliving this "dream/nightmare" with her short/thin hair and wanting long, lustrous locks!) My granny would clip a towel on my head so I could pretend I had long hair. I would wear it all day long, swing it over my shoulder, climb the tree in her front yard like I was something! I miss her!
6. In 1st grade I got in "trouble" when my teacher left the room and I went to the front of the class to lead all the students in "cheers". (Did you all know that I was a cheerleader, and now Abby is on a competitive cheerleading squad? Maybe she's more like me than I realized!)
7. My lips stayed chapped all the time when I was young. My mother saw me waiting for the bus one cold day. I was licking my lips in the cold wind. No wonder they were chapped all the time! She told me to stop, the chapped lips got better. (I am still addicted to chapstick though!)
I tag ANYONE who reads this blog! You have NO choice! You can NOT unsubscribe! ha ha
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