Well, I didn't have to exercise my self-control relating to the pregnancy test for very long. Aunt Flo stopped by for an early visit this month and burst my bubble of hopefulness. I'm kinda down about it. We've really had it so easy in the past and I know I shouldn't complain about trying again, but I built up expectations. I couldn't help it. I want to have the right sperm and egg together more than I want to be pregnant just for the sake of being pregnant, though, so I believe this just wasn't the right egg... if there even was one this month.
Mentioning Aunt Flo reminds me of fourth grade. I can't believe that there were girls starting their periods in fourth grade, but my teacher decided there was a need for a code phrase so girls wouldn't feel embarrassed to tell her if they suddenly were in a womanly way in the middle of class. I remember her gathering just the girls around at one point and telling us we should say we "fell off the roof" if we needed her to know our period had begun. How in the world that was normal and subtle sounding, I couldn't tell you. The point was that it was something the boys wouldn't be able to guess. But who wants to come up to the teachers desk and say they fell of the roof? Wouldn't you have some broken bones or not even be in school. Kinda weird. I didn't "fall off the roof" until around 7th grade and by that time, I was being home schooled, so no need for code words. I just told my teacher straight up. :)
Friday, January 16, 2009
Wait for it...
Don't touch the pregnancy test... Don't touch the pregnancy test!
I'm waiting until the 20th (the day of my next cycle) since last time I tried to test early and it didn't show until the day of. So I'm waiting.
It's right there on my bathroom counter, but I'm waiting.
Just don't think about it.
I'm waiting until the 20th (the day of my next cycle) since last time I tried to test early and it didn't show until the day of. So I'm waiting.
It's right there on my bathroom counter, but I'm waiting.
Just don't think about it.
Sunday, January 11, 2009
Korkers!
I have had some korker ribbon for a while, with the intention of satisfying my craving for bows for Eden, my desire to do something crafty, and my curiosity as to how hard it would really be. I finally got the appropriate glue and ordered the clips. 
I decided to go all out and make them with lined clippies, a no-slip-grip strip and the best glue out there. These are probably worth in the neighborhood of $3-$5 a piece I'd guess.
I decided to go all out and make them with lined clippies, a no-slip-grip strip and the best glue out there. These are probably worth in the neighborhood of $3-$5 a piece I'd guess. I made this one yesterday for my little Georgia fan.
I also made a Valentine's Day bow to match her V-Day outfit.
It turned out great, in my opinion...
I made one more with pinks and browns to go with all the pink and brown in her wardrobe. Her cousin, who's clothes we borrow and wear most often, is very often dressed in those colors. Her mommy has a preference for them.
Opportunity
I just finished instant messaging with my very pregnant friend, Melissa. At the end of our chat, we were talking about the overwhelming curiosity people seem to have about pregnancy. Questions like "When are you due? What is it?" and "Are you having twins?" as well as belly pats and rubs seem to be part and parcel in the experience of being pregnant.
*I had to take a break and come back to this, so the first sentence isn't so true...*
Our Pastor has been talking for the past couple of weeks about taking the opportunities given to us in this year to be salt and light. My personality doesn't lend itself to talking about the gospel with strangers, but he was encouraging us to just BE beacons of His light. I wrote in my notes this morning that it wasn't about shining a spotlight into people's lives, but being the beacon, the lighthouse. The light emanating from you is apparent in all you say and do.
He mentioned just smiling or saying "God bless you" can have an impact on someone searching for hope. It sounds so old and replayed. We've heard that before. In fact, I thought to myself this morning "What good will a 'God bless you' do nowadays when every Tom, Dick and Harry seems to say it and everyone from pastors to rappers use the name of God?" This is what I am good at. I logic my way out of doing anything to promote Christ. I need to let God worry about conveying the meaning behind my words. I need to let Him worry about how the heart of the other person hears my words. He's the one whose words have power anyway, not me.
Keeping this in mind, I think whenever it is my turn to be asked all those questions, I will try to answer in a way that is God-honoring and light-shining. I hope I can be so aware at that moment that someone is asking me, not just about my due date, but about the life God has created inside me. I hope I can remember and project what a huge miracle and blessing it is for that child to be growing in my womb, no matter how cliche or cheesy I may think it sounds. I want to take the opportunity to marvel at God's goodness whenever it presents itself and allow God to do His thing through me.
*I had to take a break and come back to this, so the first sentence isn't so true...*
Our Pastor has been talking for the past couple of weeks about taking the opportunities given to us in this year to be salt and light. My personality doesn't lend itself to talking about the gospel with strangers, but he was encouraging us to just BE beacons of His light. I wrote in my notes this morning that it wasn't about shining a spotlight into people's lives, but being the beacon, the lighthouse. The light emanating from you is apparent in all you say and do.
He mentioned just smiling or saying "God bless you" can have an impact on someone searching for hope. It sounds so old and replayed. We've heard that before. In fact, I thought to myself this morning "What good will a 'God bless you' do nowadays when every Tom, Dick and Harry seems to say it and everyone from pastors to rappers use the name of God?" This is what I am good at. I logic my way out of doing anything to promote Christ. I need to let God worry about conveying the meaning behind my words. I need to let Him worry about how the heart of the other person hears my words. He's the one whose words have power anyway, not me.
Keeping this in mind, I think whenever it is my turn to be asked all those questions, I will try to answer in a way that is God-honoring and light-shining. I hope I can be so aware at that moment that someone is asking me, not just about my due date, but about the life God has created inside me. I hope I can remember and project what a huge miracle and blessing it is for that child to be growing in my womb, no matter how cliche or cheesy I may think it sounds. I want to take the opportunity to marvel at God's goodness whenever it presents itself and allow God to do His thing through me.
Friday, January 09, 2009
Favorite Fridays
I love Casting Crowns. I have since high school. Every time I hear this song, my heart and soul are stirred. I have wanted to choreograph to it for a very long time, but it's just so grand. I haven't wanted to assume I could do it justice. Maybe one day.
I hope it moves you.
I hope it moves you.
Wednesday, January 07, 2009
Memories
I found a CD my mom had given us of photos she took that I want to make into an album. I haven't really even started on the album yet, but I really want to be able to have these beautiful photos and the memories that they inspire in a permanent place soon.
I thought I'd share some that I especially like.
Randomness
I stand to eat my lunch now. I never did that before. I guess it might actually be more exercise to sit because I would have to keep getting up to give Eden a few more pieces of cheese or meat. I can't put it all on the highchair tray at once because she doesn't stop to swallow one piece before the next piece goes in. I guess it might be funny if I let her stuff her mouth completely full once...
My poor baby has Dada Disease. She won't say "mama" only "dada." We faced off today after lunch. She started happily declare, "dada... dada... dada, DADA!"
Me: "Dada's at work. Say Maaaama."
Her: "Daaada"
Me: "Say Mama."
Her: "Dada, dada."
Me: "no, no... maMA, MAMA!"
Then we began a simultaneous shootout of "dada"s and "mama"s until I forfeited, battered and wounded.
Ok, I just posted this and thought, "Wasn't there one more little thing I was going to write?" About five minutes later, I remembered that the one more thing was how I threw the tea bag in the garbage today instead of the teabag wrapper. So very appropriate that I was going to comment on my absentmindedness and then forgot completely what I had planned to write about.
Am I pregnant? *jitters*
My poor baby has Dada Disease. She won't say "mama" only "dada." We faced off today after lunch. She started happily declare, "dada... dada... dada, DADA!"
Me: "Dada's at work. Say Maaaama."
Her: "Daaada"
Me: "Say Mama."
Her: "Dada, dada."
Me: "no, no... maMA, MAMA!"
Then we began a simultaneous shootout of "dada"s and "mama"s until I forfeited, battered and wounded.
Ok, I just posted this and thought, "Wasn't there one more little thing I was going to write?" About five minutes later, I remembered that the one more thing was how I threw the tea bag in the garbage today instead of the teabag wrapper. So very appropriate that I was going to comment on my absentmindedness and then forgot completely what I had planned to write about.
Am I pregnant? *jitters*
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