January 30, 2013

Grief and Personal Offense

About 10 years ago I had a college roommate whose sister, who also attended college with us, very suddenly contracted an illness that left her fighting for her life. For weeks she lay in the ICU in a very fine balance between life and death.

My roommate was devastated (obviously) and spent every possible moment at her side along with the rest of her family.

I remember one day I went to do laundry in our apartment and found that her clothes were still in the dryer. Again. As the Lord would have it, my roommate walked in the door not long after. In my frustration I "confronted" her.

Abby (not her real name), this is so frustrating, I keep finding your clothes in the dryer! Please get them out when you're done with it! There are four of us who live here and we all use it so please be considerate.

She burst into tears and in anger and grief verbally let loose the pressure of the last few weeks and then she left in a fury, calling me a bleep on her way out the door.

After she left I stood there, shocked.

You would think I was shocked at my own actions. How could I not have considered what she'd been going through and given her shiploads of compassion and grace?

No. I was shocked that she'd called me a bleep. Who did she think she was? How dare she? I don't care how upset she is, she has no right to act like that and call me names like that. I was self-righteously angry.

And you know an interesting thing? I probably haven't thought of that in years but about a week ago I was driving home from town and out of nowhere it came to mind. Crystal clear, like it had happened the day before. And do you know what I felt? Deep conviction, regret, and shame. It was obvious to me the Lord had brought it to mind for some reason. Why so long after the fact, I'm not sure.

Because you know what I should've done? I should've folded her clothes for her. I should've prayed for her and her sister and family while I did. I should've lovingly put them on her bed with a note of encouragement. I should've told her I was so sorry and asked if there was anything I could do.

And there on the road, 10 years after the fact, I asked the Lord to forgive me. To forgive me for being so self-righteous and lacking any compassion or kindness.

And as irony (or the Lord) would have it, yesterday I had a similar experience. Except this time I was her and someone else was me.

And I thought again of the story of Jesus I mentioned in my last post.

We find this story in John 11. Jesus was told that Lazarus had fallen ill and he specifically stayed away for two more days. He said that it was not to end in death and God was going to be glorified in it. So when he finally did return Lazarus had already been dead for four days.

And Mary, having met him on the road, said, "Lord, if you had been here my brother would not have died" (John 11:32). (Can't you hear the anguish in her heart?) And it says that Jesus was "deeply moved in spirit and troubled" (vs. 33). And when they told him to see where he was buried, he wept (vs. 35).

He wept.

He knew that he was going to raise him from the dead and yet he was still deeply moved to the point of weeping.

He didn't say, I know what I'm doing, okay! You couldn't be more wrong, Mary! Ask the disciples, I already knew that he was dead so that God could be glorified through the raising of the dead. Have a little faith and belief, why don't you? 

No. Not in the tiniest sense. He was moved for them. He wept with them and for them.

What was that? Something that we too often lack as Christians - compassion.

He had compassion on them. On their pain. He didn't take their grief and even accusations personally. He hurt for them and he demonstrated it through outward action.

Oh Lord, may we be that type of person! May we withhold personal offense and instead offer gracious compassion and mercy for others. Jesus, make us more like you.

January 28, 2013

Medical Update and God's Grace

First, really quick, the comments issue is now completely fixed. Nobody should have any problem commenting. I love getting them and I try to respond to every one, so feel free to leave one if you're so inclined!

I went in again this past Friday to my regular doctor to check the heart rate. This time the nurse was able to find it through the Doppler and it was holding steady at about 115 BPM. Again, great news. 

I stopped in at the perinatologist's office after, which is conveniently located right next door. I let them know I didn't have an appointment but wondered if it'd be possible to talk with the doctor and ask him a few questions. I waited about five minutes before the doctor himself came out to get me. I'm seriously so impressed with the quality of care and personableness that we've had. 

I told him about the heart rate and asked what his opinion was and if it tells him anything. I appreciate his honesty though it was still hard to hear. He said while it's not bad, obviously a higher heart rate is better than 60 BPM, that wasn't the most concerning issue that he had seen.

He said the most concerning factors are the structural heart abnormalities and the fluid around the heart and neck. I asked him from what he's seen, what has he seen. He reiterated that it's very concerning to him. Since we don't have much information right now and we don't know of any chromosomal abnormalities, it's hard to prognosticate (that's a new medical term I've already learned). 

He said that when we check again in two weeks, if the fluid has decreased or increased or stayed the same, that'll give us an indication of further progression. I agreed to the blood test and that will either rule out or confirm Trisomy 13, 18, or Down's Syndrome. He said if we're able to rule out Trisomy 13 and 18 (both of which are "incompatible with life"), then that "further bumps up the possibility of life." 

Oh so hard to hear all these things. The waiting and not-knowing are brutal. I feel like I measure the days in relation to the next ultrasound. 

I've tried to remind myself of God's grace in this process. Some examples of which are:
  • Matt's mom is a Nurse Practitioner and she specializes in Perinatology (though not here), so she's been a great resource and encouragement for us. How's that for a non-coincidence?
  • My parents who live here. My mom has made herself available at the drop of a hat to watch the boys while I go in to the doctors, she's brought us dinner, regularly asks me how I'm doing, has fasted for us, and a thousand other things. We're so, so blessed.
  • The friends who have been physically present and available. I read an article this weekend about how true friendships need physical presence and times of suffering really show that. I've had a few in particular who have pursued me (even when I've tried to isolate myself) and not let me get away with not responding. I need that so badly, even when I think I don't want it.
  • The people who have sent our Baby Nugget and our prayer needs all over the world. It blows my mind. When Matt originally asked me if I was going to write about it, I said no. But I am so glad I changed my mind because the outpouring of prayers and support have been so very needed. 
  • The friends who don't live here who have sent cards and texts and messages and emails. I treasure every single one of them and I don't take them for granted. I told a few people that I feel like Moses when he was too weary to hold his arms up any longer so others held them up for him and the battle was won (Exodus 17:8-14).
  • God's Word and prayer. Most nights no longer find me mindlessly surfing the internet or getting lost in a book but rather curled up with my Bible and journal, filling my weary soul with truth and hope.
This is not an easy process. Jesus himself, when he heard word that Lazarus had died, even though he knew that he was going to raise him from the dead, wept (John 11:35). I weep. I grieve. Some days feel hopeful and others dark. 

This verse was shared at church this week and I came home and read and reread it and wrote it again in my journal for good measure:

"And after you have suffered a little while, the God of all grace, who has called you to his eternal glory in Christ, will himself restore, confirm, strengthen, and establish you" (1st Peter 5:10).

So, prayer needs for Baby Nugget:
  • Again, first and foremost, complete miraculous healing.
  • Structural heart abnormality to be something that can be corrected with surgery.
  • Fluid around heart and neck and anywhere else to completely go away.
  • Baby to remain whole and well in my womb for as long as possible.

Thank you again, we appreciate you so much.

January 24, 2013

God Doesn't Roll the Dice for My Life

People ask me how I am and how I'm doing and honestly, I'm not sure how to answer. If you'd asked me three hours ago I'd have said, Really good. I'm feeling encouraged, hopeful, peaceful. But if you'd asked me five minutes ago, I'd have said, Lonely. Desperate. Terrified. And if you ask me tomorrow morning, I'll probably say, Pretty good. Taking it one day at a time.

It's started to settle in in different ways. And then other times I feel like I'm on the outside of my body watching this happen to someone else.

I was telling a couple of close friends last night that as I've read everything I can about congenital heart block, the first thing that it usually states is how rare it is. And on Monday when I was in my doctor's office I asked if they see this very often and she said no. And at first I thought, Agh, why? I'm never that person. Anytime odds are involved, I'm always safe. You know what I mean? Like, if something is taped under your chair at a conference for a prize, it's never my chair. It's always someone else's chair.

But then a different thought occurred to me. Once it settled in more how uncommon this is in pregnancy, I actually felt comforted in a strange way. Because God doesn't roll the dice for my life. I didn't pick the wrong chair. If the chances are really so small for a baby to have this, then it wasn't by random chance that it was our baby. God knew exactly what was to come. And he is always trustworthy.

So my prayer is that God would be glorified in every part of this. He has a plan for good and I trust him to accomplish it.

(I just forget sometimes that I trust him to accomplish it.)

Consider it pure joy, my brothers, whenever you face trials of many kinds, because you know that the testing of your faith develops perseverance. Perseverance must finish its work so that you may be mature and complete, not lacking anything. James 1:2-4

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January 23, 2013

What Thomas the Train Has Taught Me About Life

*Update* I think the "comments" issue is fixed. It seems Google Chrome is the problem but if you give it a few minutes, the button works to click on it. Still working on that though...

So approximately a thousand people (give or take about 983) have told me that they have a difficult time commenting on my blog. I know. And I'm at a loss. I've tried fixing it (which means I've scrolled around, Googled it, gotten distracted, found some new blogs, checked Facebook, then my email, Facebook one more time, came back to my blog to test it, found it was doing the same thing, and then went and ate a bowl of ice cream).

I simply don't know how to fix it. It seems the only way you can comment is if you are on the specific post page itself, not the home page. Yes? My MO is to hope it magically fixes itself some day in the near future.

Today I was finding the need to write about something a little lighthearted. 

So I thought I'd write about...

What Thomas the Train Has Taught Me About Life (and/or Myself)

1. Over-use of alliteration is causing my brain cells to rapidly disappear. (Particularly when I'm hearing it for the 97th time in a 3-minute segment of a 59-minute show.)

2. You don't have to have a point to make a wildly popular TV show for kids. Just use alliteration. It will sell itself. 

3. Percy is no name for a train. It's just not. Don't force the issue. 

4. In addition to not needing a point, you also do not need creativity. Make every episode exactly the same and simply incorporate ecological diversity. Nobody will ever know

5. If it will cause your ears to bleed and your IQ to lower, your child is guaranteed to love it. You can take this one to the bank. 

What has Thomas the Train taught you about life?

January 21, 2013

An Answered Prayer!

Oh my goodness, we have been completely blown away at the response of everyone. I hope I don't sound like a broken record, but please know we are so, so thankful and completely floored at everyone's love and care and concern and prayers.

Today was actually the hardest day for me since we heard the news on Friday. It was probably partly due to Matt being back at work and partly because I like the sitcom version of life better sometimes. Everything gets wrapped up in 30 minutes with happy endings.

I think today I realized more fully that this will not be a quick, easy journey with quick, easy answers.

All day I struggled. I snapped at the boys constantly. I cried at the breakfast table out of the blue. I ignored calls and texts. I was restless. Worried. I felt such a darkness around my heart and mind and I struggled to stay in the Light of truth. That God is trustworthy. Near to me. A refuge. Able. Kind.

Last week I had just started to feel flutterings of the baby and since Friday I've desperately waited to feel them again. Pressing my belly. Lying still. Internally pleading with Baby to move, to please reassure me again and again.

I called my doctor's office this morning and talked to our favorite nurse and said I simply couldn't wait until our next appointment with the perinatologist in February to check Baby's heart rate and condition, I needed to know sooner and more often. In the kindness that I've only come to expect from them, she said I can come in every day if I wanted.

So this afternoon I dropped the boys off with my parents and went in.

The nurse and I spent time talking and even praying. (We know this nurse well as she is a strong believer in Christ and has been with us every pregnancy from beginning to end, and we cannot express how much we love and appreciate her.)

My heart was so anxious, all I wanted was to hear the reassuring sound of Baby's heartbeat. She tried a couple different things but was unable to get a reading. She said, I'm sorry, honey, I'm just not sure I'm getting it. Let's move you to the ultrasound room and have [the midwife] look.

Those 10 minutes of waiting were long. I prayed, Please, Lord, let the heartbeat be there. You call into existence things that do not exist (Romans 4). Please let this heartbeat be there.

I had sent an SOS text to Matt (who works next door) and he came right over. I also sent a quick prayer text to some friends to ask them to pray. The midwife came in and our much-loved nurse stayed with us as the midwife began the ultrasound. The baby came on the screen and immediately she said, Yep, there's a heartbeat. 

And here's where we give a GIANT praise to the living God who hears our prayers!

The heartbeat was 115 BPM!

She measured again several minutes later and it was 116 BPM!

This is extremely encouraging news and something we specifically asked prayers for!

As this was not the perinatologist we will still have to wait for our appointment with them to again see the structure of the heart and everything to do with that, but this is still great, great news!

Matt and I could not stop smiling and have thanked the Lord continually.

Thank you for praying. And please keep praying. We are so encouraged. I know that we still have a difficult journey ahead. And I know there will be more days like today. But we're thankful and we're encouraged and we will strive to "give thanks in all circumstances, because this is God's will in Christ Jesus for [us]" (1 Thessalonians 5:18).

January 20, 2013

Our Baby Nugget and Congenital Heart Block

This post is difficult to write. Originally I wasn't going to write it but a couple of things changed my mind.

First, I know so many of you have celebrated with us and the anticipation of our little Nugget.

Second, our baby needs a miracle healing for life and we welcome all the prayers we can get.

We went in for a routine first appointment when I was 13 weeks. During the ultrasound all of us could hear that the baby had an irregular heartbeat. It was very hard to miss. Our doctor was not concerned and said that at such an early stage this can be very common for several reasons that resolve themselves over time.

To be on the safe side he scheduled us for another ultrasound two weeks later. At this ultrasound the heartbeat was still irregular and it was now visible on the screen. He still didn't seem very concerned and to be honest, we weren't either. From what I had read on the internet, only about 2% of these cases actually result in anything concerning.

Again, to be on the safe side he scheduled us with a perinatologist.

This past Friday, January 18th, at 16 weeks and 1 day, we had our appointment with the perinate. Honestly, when we went in, our only thought was excitement over getting to find out the gender of our baby. We truly didn't have a single thought beyond that. We just didn't consider that anything serious could be wrong. I had had some trepidation after the last appointment but had brushed it off, thinking it was just natural concern.

The tech spent quite a bit of time measuring the baby, the organs, all the things they do at this appointment. She asked if we wanted to know the gender, at which point we (I) caved and said yes. But our little Nugget wouldn't uncross his/her legs so we were never able to tell. And honestly, at this point I could care less what gender this baby is. We just want a healthy baby.

In hindsight, Matt and I now see that the tech was pretty sober and short during this process, but like Matt later said, we thought it was just her personality.

The doctor came in shortly after, went through some initial health history and past pregnancy questions. Our first clue that something was not right came when he asked the tech if she had gotten the HR. She responded that she had and it was 60 BPM. I looked at her in shock. Sixty? She nodded yes.

At this point the doctor began a lengthy explanation. I struggled to keep up with what he was saying. He was however very thorough and patient and we were very grateful for that. But the longer he talked, the worse it got.

Heart rate of 60.

Congenital heart block.

Fluid build up around heart and neck.

Evidence of heart failure.

Structural heart abnormalities.

It didn't stop. It just kept coming. The tears flowed the entire time.

He gave us the option of an amniocentesis but after verifying that it would do nothing to change the baby's condition, it would be purely for information's sake, we turned it down. We told him that no matter what, termination was not an option.

After this they left us alone for a few minutes. We could only hold each other and cry. We were shell-shocked.

According to the doctor, the prognosis is very grave. Our baby has a high chance of not making it to birth. If Baby makes it to birth, he (or she) will need heart surgery almost immediately. This means I would deliver in Seattle, home to one of the nation's best pediatric heart hospitals.

We need you to pray for Baby. We will not stop asking for a miracle.

We have been completely blown away at the love poured out on us. A dear friend immediately fasting and praying for us. So many others weeping with us and interceding for our little one. Our church family set aside the "normal" routine last night in order to surround us in prayer, anoint us with oil (James 5 talks about this), speak Biblical truth to us and over us and our little one. Our family and friends have cried with us and truly borne our burden with us (Romans 12).

We cannot say thank you enough. In spite of the grief, we feel a tremendous sense of peace. It's indescribable, just like Philippians 4 speaks of.

What we ask prayer for:

Complete miraculous healing.

The fluid around heart and neck to completely go away.

Increase heart rate.

To make it to a point where baby is viable for life outside of my womb.

Thank you again so much, we appreciate each of you.

January 17, 2013

10 Things to Know About Toddlerdom

This is the face of a certain little boy shortly after I discovered him baptizing his daddy's toothbrush. In the toilet.

Which is exactly what I discovered this little boy doing today.

This leads me to some very serious conclusions that I must share for the safety and sanity of all involved.

10 Things to Know About Toddlerdom

1. Screaming is a language.

And we're fluent. Ask mom's eardrums.

2. Throwing food at high rates of speed is never not funny.

Even when mom has been reduced to a crazed look in her eye at having said the same thing a thousand times. In the past five minutes. It's always funny.

3. Mom's toothbrush is for scrubbing toilets.

If it weren't, then why does it have bristles?

4. Screaming in anger at the top of your lungs repeatedly at a dinner party is always the right thing to do.

It will get mom's attention every time. Thus, it's effective.

5. Bathtubs are for pooping.

You thought it was diapers. You were wrong.

6. The only toy in the car that will suffice, thus ending the screaming, is the one directly behind and under mom's seat.

Too bad, so sad.

7. Dining chairs are for summitting the highest surface in the house. Followed by break-dancing.

Or at least that's what mom sees from across the room.

8. What's mine is MINE! What's yours is MINE! What's his is MINE!

You get the picture.

9. Walk-running as fast as you can away from mom in public places is always the safe and right thing to do.

This never makes mom mad.

And, finally.

10. I am always adorable.

I will always break your heart with my smile and laugh and you will wonder a thousand times a day how it's possible to love a fluffy bundle of goodness so much it hurts.

May you be ever so enlightened.

*Created and originally posted by Sara McNutt*

January 14, 2013

A Desire of My Heart that God Granted

This weekend our temperatures dropped into the single digits. Single Digits have this uncanny ability to zap me of all energy and will to do anything. Which accounted for two very lazy weekend days. I took these pictures of the boys as they frolicked in the snow and I feel like I need a nap just looking at them.

(Oh yeah, we just put our house on the market.)

 My handsome mountain man.

 This boy loves the snow!

Seriously, this picture and its marshmallow goodness could kill me.

So yes, about a week ago we put our house on the market. We have two items on our must-have list for our next home:

1. In town

2. Accessible back yard

That's all. We don't get into much of a hullaballoo about granite countertops, stainless steel appliances, 7,000 square feet, blah, blah, blah. 

So, it'll be exciting to see what comes of the next few months. 

Especially when I remembered today what I asked the Lord for not long ago. 

On December 17th, 2012 in my journal I told the Lord that a dream of mine is to write for a living. Literally within a week I was asked if I'd like to write for a well-respected photography website. The Lord is so kind and good! It wasn't a need, just a desire that I had treasured in my heart and in his goodness and kindness, he gave me that desire. 

I now write regularly for that website and just recently was asked to take on a bigger assignment. Again, so thankful! It's also built my faith to continue to bring him my whole heart, desires and all. I think sometimes we hold back our desires more than almost anything else because we're afraid of being disappointed. I still struggle with that but I'm more apt to press through and lay it all out there.

Perhaps there's something you've been treasuring in your heart that he wants you to bring to him. Don't let unbelief and lack of faith keep you from it! We may not always get everything just as we desired, but even when that's the case, it's because he's all knowing and won't do what's not good for us.

Hope you have a great start to your week!

January 10, 2013

Being Set Free

When Micah was born and the weeks following when he was in the newborn stage (i.e. he looked like a newborn), I thought he was the most beautiful baby boy ever born to humankind on Planet Earth in all of existence.

I literally could not get over how beautiful he was. I couldn't believe that I was so blessed to be able to give birth to such a beautiful son. I just wondered at the awe others must have felt as well. Obviously.

(I'm speaking in just a tiny bit of Hyperbolese.)

But when I look back on pictures of him from that time he actually really just looked like a pretty average newborn. Wrinkly. Semi-bald. Squinty. Scrawny. A little veiny.

 This one's really just for my Heart Palpitation's sake, that he used to be so wee.

What's my point?

(I have one.)

If you have believed by faith in the good news of Jesus Christ and turned to him in repentance, you are a new creation.

Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation. The old has passed away; behold, the new has come. 2nd Corinthians 5:17

Jesus' life for yours. The right to be a child of God, righteous and holy in his eyes.

For you died, and your life is now hidden with Christ in God. Colossians 3:3

For our sake, he made him to be sin who knew no sin so that in him we might become the righteousness of God. 2nd Corinthians 5:21

But to all who did receive him, who believed in his name, he gave the right to become children of God. John 1:12

If we confess our sins, he is faithful and just to forgive us our sins and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness. 1st John 1:9

He saved us, not because of works done by us in righteousness, but according to his own mercy, by the washing and regeneration and renewal of the Holy Spirit, whom he poured out on us richly through Jesus Christ our Savior, so that being justified by his grace we might become heirs according to the hope of eternal life. Titus 3:5-7

So what does this have to do with my child's newborn pictures?

I saw Micah through the lens of my parental love. It painted everything about him to me. He was beautiful. I didn't see wrinkles and veins and scrawny legs. I saw a beautiful, perfect creation.

In a similar way, as followers of the Way of Jesus Christ, God sees us through His Son, perfect and holy and deeply loved.

Now I don't mean to imply that this is a perfect correlation, because there is none like God in all the earth (Isaiah 40:25). But throughout Scripture the imagery of a loving father and mother towards their child is often used to describe God's love and care toward us. 

Scripture makes clear that when we've turned to Christ in faith, we are no longer who we used to be. We're clean, washed, pure, holy, now and forevermore his adopted child.

Does it mean we always act that way? Of course not. That's the sanctification process and it's lifelong. But the important distinction is that even though we will still sin, we will never not be his child again. Our new identity is as his son or daughter, clothed in Christ's righteousness, holy in God's eyes.

If you've trusted in Christ, you've been made new. Don't believe the lie any longer that if God only knew, he would change his mind. He loves you and he's made you free and you have a new identity. Walk in it. 

If you've never trusted in Christ, I pray today is the day that all things are made new in your life through Christ by faith. 

For freedom Christ has set us free... Galatians 5:1a

January 07, 2013

Loss and Growth - a New Year

I've been reading various things on different blogs and websites about choosing your one word for the year that will encapsulate your goals for the upcoming year. Such as gratitude or contentment. I liked the idea but immediately washed over it because I tend to be less structured in my creativity.

But the idea kept coming back to me. I could sum up the last year in a couple of words so I decided to project those into this next year.

And the one word that kept coming to mind was intentionality.

Recently the Holy Spirit began to convict me about certain misplaced efforts and self-serving motivations. He began to show me again through Scripture that my life is His and any talents and gifts I have are to be used by him and for him to his glory, not mine.

It sparked a renewed and deeper desire in me to be intentional about my time, my giftings, my relationships, my abilities, all things, to walk with him more deeply and be obedient to his call and will.

And then I read this post. (I really, really like this blogger. She and her husband and five kids have been missionaries to Indonesia for the past 6+ years and I love the transparent and authentic way she writes about her life.)

So I thought I would kick the year off with a written reflection of the last year with the goal in mind of being intentional this year not to miss the growth and refining that God has for me.

His works in my life in 2012:

  • A deepened strength, intimacy, and friendship in my marriage.
  • Discipling two girls brand new in the faith. This has probably been my biggest highlight. I recently heard Francis Chan speak (online) at Passion and he said if you truly want to experience God, go and make disciples. I have absolutely seen this to be true.
  • I would have said that I didn't care much for what others thought of me but the Lord has been opening my eyes to see how much I do care and has started the (difficult) process to set me free to live my life to please him alone. (This is ongoing.)
  • Settling us in a church family where every week we come away built up in God's Word and in relationship with others.
  • My Thursday morning Bible study. God has used this study in more ways than I can count for my good. From it have come authentic friendships - girls I cry with, laugh with, do life with, grow in Christ with.
This isn't even all of us!

The hard things that God used (is using) to refine me:

  • When we left our church family of four years, we lost almost everything we had known that we realized had been a security blanket for us - our church, our social life, relationships, position. But we have seen the Lord's hand and kindness in more ways than we can count and even knowing what it would cost us we wouldn't change it.
  • Failure. God has used failure to teach me, grow me, refine me, and make me more dependent on him and less dependent on myself. 
  • Loss of relationships has by far been the most difficult thing for us this past year. It's only been recently that I can honestly say my heart feels more healed than hurt and the process has absolutely caused me to turn to the Lord more.

As I think on the upcoming year, I want to aim to please the Lord (2nd Corinthians 5:9). I've read and reread Ephesians this year and these two verses have particularly stuck out to me. 

Try to discern what is pleasing to the Lord. (5:10)

Therefore do not be foolish, but understand what the will of the Lord is. (5:17)

Discern what is pleasing to him. Understand what his will is. Aim to please him. Make disciples.

That sounds like it takes intentionality

May our lives this year bear fruit to his glory.

January 04, 2013

Pregnancy Questionnaire - Week 14

I've seen different pregnancy questionnaires on blogs the last few years and have always really enjoyed them. I decided that with this pregnancy I would keep better track of my progress than I did with my last two. Since I also use this blog as a sort of memoir, it's fun for me to look back and read where I was at different stages.

Pregnancy Questionnaire

How far along: 14 weeks, 1 day

Total Weight Gain/Loss: Let's just say I've gained. I keep track of this elsewhere for my own personal record.

Maternity clothes: Just this week I've broken out the maternity pants. I have a couple regular pants that still fit but maternity are just so much more comfortable at this point.

Stretch marks: I have a few from my other two pregnancies, we'll see if this one adds to my collection.

Sleep: I get up 3-4 times a night to use the bathroom but other than that I sleep pretty good. Up until just recently nights were actually the worst for me when it came to my nausea so I'm thankful to be past that stage.

Best moment last week: We had our first appointment and I always love getting to see our little Nugget on the big screen.

Movement: Not yet.

Food cravings: Banana pancakes and sweet tea. I have one or both of these almost every single day. (Please see: total weight GAIN/loss.)

Gender: Don't know yet, though I have my suspicions.

Labor signs: Zilch, thank goodness.

Belly button - in or out? Out almost immediately. Bleh.

What I miss: Having energy.

What I am looking forward to: Finding out what we're having!

Milestones: Getting past the worst of my nausea.

The quality of this picture isn't very good but it's the best I could get today. 

Happy weekend!