“I move, therefore I am.”
I love when I feel my baby boy move in my belly.
Wednesday, November 28, 2012
Grace in Pregnancy
Grace.
I'm learning how to be graceful towards me. I'm learning to tackle my mistakes with forgiveness and my complacency with grace.
Not that I want to fail, but I do.
I will.
Sometimes, eating pizza tastes better than broccoli. Most of the time, thinking of brocoli (or any veggie for that matter) makes me feel ill, so I can't look at it..much less eat it.
I don't eat as often or I eat too much.
I don't get enough sleep or I am way too lazy.
That's just how it goes. That's life. That's my pregnancy so far.
And that's okay.
"Okay" is not an excuse or an invite to lose all discretion, but it's an invite to learn and grow. It's a chance to live and enjoy.
What an awesome time in my life. Life is in my belly. Our beautiful son is in my womb. It's a privilege and responsibility to be so connected that my choices (even the smallest ones) directly affect his life. That's not to be taken lightly.
Frankly, it's scary.
But there's grace.
I thank God for grace. Each day, I pray that God will help me to make wise and healthy decisions. That He would give me the grace to learn and that He would protect our son each and every step of the way, despite myself.
He has, and He will.
My God. He's an awesome God.
I'm learning how to be graceful towards me. I'm learning to tackle my mistakes with forgiveness and my complacency with grace.
Not that I want to fail, but I do.
I will.
I don't eat as often or I eat too much.
I don't get enough sleep or I am way too lazy.
That's just how it goes. That's life. That's my pregnancy so far.
And that's okay.
"Okay" is not an excuse or an invite to lose all discretion, but it's an invite to learn and grow. It's a chance to live and enjoy.
What an awesome time in my life. Life is in my belly. Our beautiful son is in my womb. It's a privilege and responsibility to be so connected that my choices (even the smallest ones) directly affect his life. That's not to be taken lightly.
Frankly, it's scary.
But there's grace.
I thank God for grace. Each day, I pray that God will help me to make wise and healthy decisions. That He would give me the grace to learn and that He would protect our son each and every step of the way, despite myself.
He has, and He will.
My God. He's an awesome God.
Wednesday, September 26, 2012
The Most Beautiful Song in the World
We heard it.
We heard the heartbeat.
It was everything we thought it would be. It was more.
It's miraculous. It's our baby.
God's precious gift to us.
We heard the heartbeat.
It was everything we thought it would be. It was more.
It's miraculous. It's our baby.
God's precious gift to us.
Knocked Up and Out On Bourbon Street
The Mr. and I celebrated our 2 year anniversary in the wonderful city of New Orleans. Oh how we love NOLA!
What we love most about NOLA is the music. Food is a close second. The truth is that we could feast on the sounds of NOLA without ever getting our fill. We crave the music that comes from Preservation Hall like I used to crave chocolate. (Pregnancy has changed my taste buds quite a bit. lol)
We stayed at a somewhat small yet contemporary boutique hotel just outside of the French Quarter. It was perfect. We were just outside enough that the nightlife didn't prevent us from sleeping peacefully, but close enough to be able to get to the action within minutes.
The action. Oh yes. Let's talk about the action.
Let's talk about the bars, crazily costumed people, and well, that's probably all I could mention. Heck. That's all I can remember. lol!
Anyhow, let's get back to the point. There was action, but we were in no shape or fashion apart of it. Some of it was for lack of want-to. Mostly, it was my ability to stay up late. I felt like I was beyond exhausted, stretching myself greatly - straining even. The truth was that it was 9:00pm.
Yea, it was that pitiful. Pregnancy ruins nightlife. Well, at least that type of nightlife. ;)
I decided to come up with some tips for those ladies who are knocked up and out on the town. Some I learned the hard way, so take note.
1. Wear something comfy.
Everyone talks about the baby bump. There are all kind of dreamy notions of what that will be like, but before the baby bump comes the baby bloat. In the morning you can look just like your pre-pregnant self, but by late night you look 6 months pregnant. That's the bloat. Dress for the bloat when you go out. Invest in a Bella Band if need be. Wear a dress. Do what you need to be comfy all night long. It WILL be worth it.
2. Drink carefully.
Do NOT drink alcohol. Period. Plan a "mocktail" ahead of time that you can order at any bar you go to. My drink of choice was ginger ale with a splash of orange juice. It was great to have something "special" to drink even though I couldn't have my usual beverage. Thirdly, don't drink too much water or your mocktail. Bar bathrooms are a gamble at best. Bourbon street bathrooms were downright traumatizing.
3. Grab a snack.
Grabbing a snack can help to keep your blood sugar levels stable and help to keep morning sickness at bay. You probably already know that morning sickness can strike at anytime. If not, you'll discover that soon.
4. Do take a nap earlier that day.
A daytime nap can do wonders for nightlife. Your date will thank you for being able to stay out past 9:00pm.
5. Don't stay out too late.
Drunk people antics are no where as hilarious as they seem after one drink. Trust me on this one ;)
On our last night there, I FINALLY got it. I wore a dress that I felt great AND comfortable in. I ordered my ginger ale and orange juice. We strolled down Frenchmen Street enjoying the best music that NOLA has to offer and even spotted a late night art market. We ended our night at a respectable 1:00am-ish.
My daytime nap definitely paid off.
It was lovely.
What we love most about NOLA is the music. Food is a close second. The truth is that we could feast on the sounds of NOLA without ever getting our fill. We crave the music that comes from Preservation Hall like I used to crave chocolate. (Pregnancy has changed my taste buds quite a bit. lol)
We stayed at a somewhat small yet contemporary boutique hotel just outside of the French Quarter. It was perfect. We were just outside enough that the nightlife didn't prevent us from sleeping peacefully, but close enough to be able to get to the action within minutes.
The action. Oh yes. Let's talk about the action.
Let's talk about the bars, crazily costumed people, and well, that's probably all I could mention. Heck. That's all I can remember. lol!
Anyhow, let's get back to the point. There was action, but we were in no shape or fashion apart of it. Some of it was for lack of want-to. Mostly, it was my ability to stay up late. I felt like I was beyond exhausted, stretching myself greatly - straining even. The truth was that it was 9:00pm.
Yea, it was that pitiful. Pregnancy ruins nightlife. Well, at least that type of nightlife. ;)
I decided to come up with some tips for those ladies who are knocked up and out on the town. Some I learned the hard way, so take note.
1. Wear something comfy.
Everyone talks about the baby bump. There are all kind of dreamy notions of what that will be like, but before the baby bump comes the baby bloat. In the morning you can look just like your pre-pregnant self, but by late night you look 6 months pregnant. That's the bloat. Dress for the bloat when you go out. Invest in a Bella Band if need be. Wear a dress. Do what you need to be comfy all night long. It WILL be worth it.
2. Drink carefully.
Do NOT drink alcohol. Period. Plan a "mocktail" ahead of time that you can order at any bar you go to. My drink of choice was ginger ale with a splash of orange juice. It was great to have something "special" to drink even though I couldn't have my usual beverage. Thirdly, don't drink too much water or your mocktail. Bar bathrooms are a gamble at best. Bourbon street bathrooms were downright traumatizing.
3. Grab a snack.
Grabbing a snack can help to keep your blood sugar levels stable and help to keep morning sickness at bay. You probably already know that morning sickness can strike at anytime. If not, you'll discover that soon.
4. Do take a nap earlier that day.
A daytime nap can do wonders for nightlife. Your date will thank you for being able to stay out past 9:00pm.
5. Don't stay out too late.
Drunk people antics are no where as hilarious as they seem after one drink. Trust me on this one ;)
On our last night there, I FINALLY got it. I wore a dress that I felt great AND comfortable in. I ordered my ginger ale and orange juice. We strolled down Frenchmen Street enjoying the best music that NOLA has to offer and even spotted a late night art market. We ended our night at a respectable 1:00am-ish.
My daytime nap definitely paid off.
It was lovely.
Knocked Up and Out on the Town
TheMr.'s best friend was having a birthday get together the other night.
He doesn't know that I'm knocked up, none of his friends know that I am knocked up.
Thus the start of an interesting evening. Part one of the night was dinner. No problemo. I ordered a DELICIOUS veggie flat bread sandwich with a side salad. Perfection. I drank water, and it was okay, most everyone did. There was humorous conversation littered with a few debates and topped with the Olympics. Great company. Great food.
No problemo, indeed.
Then we were off to downtown Orlando, hours from where we live mind you. It was late. Anytime is late nowadays. Oh I was sleepy.
Everyone ordered their adult beverage and I snuck out to another bar in the place to order a cocktail of my own, a mommy drink.
Actually, it was quite good. I had a ginger ale that was topped off with orange juice. I was craving a water topped with orange juice, but that would have been a bit too obvious, don'tcha think?
It was interesting. The music was loud. The smells were pungent, and every time I saw a young person (which was many times) I shuddered at the thought of our child growing up to dress like that, talk like that, look like that, or even smell like that.
Yea, I felt old. I felt old because we were among the oldest there. I felt old because there was a little one in my belly. A tiny one. A little itty bitty one. An orange seed.
But hey, little orange seed learned a little something that day, maybe. It may be a little uncomfortable. It may be a little out of your way, but do your best to be there for the ones you love.
It was a good night. <3
He doesn't know that I'm knocked up, none of his friends know that I am knocked up.
Thus the start of an interesting evening. Part one of the night was dinner. No problemo. I ordered a DELICIOUS veggie flat bread sandwich with a side salad. Perfection. I drank water, and it was okay, most everyone did. There was humorous conversation littered with a few debates and topped with the Olympics. Great company. Great food.
No problemo, indeed.
Then we were off to downtown Orlando, hours from where we live mind you. It was late. Anytime is late nowadays. Oh I was sleepy.
Everyone ordered their adult beverage and I snuck out to another bar in the place to order a cocktail of my own, a mommy drink.
Actually, it was quite good. I had a ginger ale that was topped off with orange juice. I was craving a water topped with orange juice, but that would have been a bit too obvious, don'tcha think?
It was interesting. The music was loud. The smells were pungent, and every time I saw a young person (which was many times) I shuddered at the thought of our child growing up to dress like that, talk like that, look like that, or even smell like that.
Yea, I felt old. I felt old because we were among the oldest there. I felt old because there was a little one in my belly. A tiny one. A little itty bitty one. An orange seed.
But hey, little orange seed learned a little something that day, maybe. It may be a little uncomfortable. It may be a little out of your way, but do your best to be there for the ones you love.
It was a good night. <3
Not Feeling It.
I don't feel pregnant right now. I feel tired. I feel moody.
but not pregnant, nope.
I don't feel pregnant at all right now.
Part of me wonders if this is some sort of maternal instinct kicking in notifying me that my baby is not okay. Yet all of me knows, that this is when I trust.
Trust is not a feeling. Faith is brings substance to the unseen.
Lord, I believe. Please help my unbelief.
Pregnant with a Promise
Today, I am 8 weeks pregnant. It's been an interesting 8 weeks. In other words, there are things that you don't know, that you won't know. And that's okay.
What you can know is this. I'm not scared anymore. nope. God has promised us a little baby this time around. As humbling as this reality is, we receive that promise confidently.
So that's where I am today, at the place of thankfulness and promise.
It's such a beautiful place to be.
What you can know is this. I'm not scared anymore. nope. God has promised us a little baby this time around. As humbling as this reality is, we receive that promise confidently.
So that's where I am today, at the place of thankfulness and promise.
It's such a beautiful place to be.
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