Never a dull moment

As I walk through this pregnancy, I find myself always looking over my shoulder wondering when we are going to be hit with the unexpected.  This has been a relatively smooth pregnancy -- something we are definitely not used to. 

Nothing we do is dull.  We always have a little bit of excitement added to everything we do, sometimes, not by choice.  During these exciting times we never lose sight at who is really in control.  God.  He controls every aspect of our lives.  We know this and have faith in Him.  We have asked ourselves, how will we handle bed rest this time?  There are a few that are a little more stressed than I am about it.  I know that it is something we cannot control and I have faith that God will not give us something we cannot handle.  Sometimes it is easier said than done, but ultimately you (me) have to let go and give it to Him.  Stress and worry will not change the situation. 

Take for example last Friday night.  It was late, Sweet Hubby's concerts for the weekend had been cancelled due to weather.  We were just settling in to bed when a BLARING beeping sound filled our house.  All 6 of our fire alarms were going off.  No smoke, no fire.  We opened up the doors thinking, maybe, it was our carbon monoxide detector.  Nope.  Sweet Hubby disconnected 4 of the 6 detectors.  I had Babbling Brook in my arms with one ear against my body and my hand covering her other ear.  Jaxson (our Chihuahua) was howling in his kennel.  Sweet Hubby is frantic, trying to figure out how he is going to get to the unreachable detectors.  We don't have a ladder taller than 4'.  He calls 911.  They advise us to get out of the house.  By the time I put on some warmer clothes (it was snowing out) an ambulance was pulling up.  A couple of minutes later, 6 firefighters were entering our house.  They replaced all of our batteries and connected our detectors.  BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP.  I can see 3 of the men in our garage shrugging their shoulders.  Why are they still going off?  Verdict:  bad detector in the garage.  They are all on one circuit, so when one goes off, they all go off. 

Never a dull moment.

God bless,
Doni

Elvis My brain has left the building

I was telling my husband that you all probably think I am a bit scatter-brained or even ditzy at times. I'm really not. I am a planner to a T, very detailed and probably a little OCD. However, during both of my pregnancies, my brain has chosen to leave my body.

Wednesday, I took a trip to our local grocery store. While checking out, my sister called. I am a 1) female and 2) a mom, so multi-tasking is something that just comes natural. That is, until I am pregnant. I check out and place my coupon pouch with phone inside in the buggy/shopping cart. <---what do you call it? I am still talking to my sister using my bluetooth. I walk to my car, press the trunk button on the remote and cannot for the life of me figure out why it won't open! Two people in the parking lot help point me in the right direction. I was at the wrong car. Same make, model and color - different license plate and owner. All the while, I am still talking to my sister (or so I thought.) Turns out - I dropped my phone back in the store and we were disconnected shortly after leaving the store. I am sure the people around me thought I was crazy for talking and laughing to myself (can't really see my bluetooth under my hair). Oh, the joys of pregnancy!

On a medical note - so far the pregnancy is going great. We had our routine growth sonogram yesterday and should know the results within a few days. Baby Boy weighs 8 ounces and is currently on target for his growth--except his legs are a little short. Not abnormally short - just a week or so behind. Somehow it doesn't surprise me that he has short legs. Have you seen Babbling Brook? Sweet Hubby? My dad? Short legs are not uncommon in this family!

We are asking, please, to keep us in your prayers as we move further along in the pregnancy. At my growth sonogram with Babbling Brook, everything was perfect. 4 weeks later (23 weeks) I was put on bed rest for preterm labor. We are praying that this does not happen with Baby Boy.

God bless,
Doni