Jesse and I are expecting. :)
The kiddo is due somewhere around September 23rd. Everything has been healthy and normal so far, and we're pretty excited. Lots of prayers answered.
We had an ultrasound last week, and everything looked great. Keep us in your prayers as we prepare for this baby to come into our lives!
If you were Facebook friends with someone that you used to be close to, what would it take for you to delete them?
I'm in a situation where a once-close friendship has deteriorated. Promises made to me were broken long ago, and further promises to try to be a better friend have also been broken. There is virtually no contact save for my occasional, "Hey, how's it going?" text, and then "Good, how are you?" response. (Almost exclusively me initiating.) I've had many friendships fade out throughout my life, but very rarely one that was once so close.
I'm at the point that I feel like even seeing this person on Facebook makes me mourn our friendship. It makes me feel angry that they have broken so many promises. It makes me sad that I know they will never, never make an effort, regardless of how many times they say they'll change and try harder. I also know that this person has been pretty crummy to their family lately, (members of which I am still close with), and that also makes me somewhat angry.
Deleting them as my friend will either (a) go completely unnoticed or (b) cause this person to get really upset with me and totally destroy any chance of mending our friendship. But I feel like the odds of fixing things are slim to none already.
What would you do, if you were in this situation and you felt that seeing them on your Facebook was causing too much stress? Is it worth the potential drama in order to keep yourself from agonizing over something that is already done?
I can't believe it's November. Already.
Working today. Thankfully I'm down to about twice a week, and they're (usually) alternating which Saturdays I work. It's nice to be able to spend the majority of my time at home, but still contribute some to the income. I also have been doing some babysitting for a family at church. They have three little girls; the oldest is 5, middle is 3, and the youngest is about 5 months. It's really fun for me, and it's giving me lots of "mommy" practice. I have a new admiration for women who take care of a household and multiple children at the same time.
My mom and aunt leave for Paris today. They'll be gone a little over a week. Prayers for their safety would be appreciated! It's funny, now that I'm older I've taken to worrying about my mom more. If she comes to my house, I make her text or call me when she gets home so that I know she made it safely. Role reversal much? I'm a little anxious that they're going to be in France all by themselves without us to speak French for them or help them navigate the Metro system. But I'm sure they'll do fine, and have a good time. It's awesome being the age where I can be best friends with my mom. I don't need training and discipline anymore so we can just be close without her having to parent me. I love my mom.
I got some new scrapbooking stuff over the weekend and I'm excited to sit down and play with it soon. I got it Sunday so I haven't really gotten to play with it much yet, since I worked yesterday and today. Tomorrow, though, I will have plenty of time and I plan to drag it all out to the dining room table and go at it. My mom wants me to make her some cards that say things like, "Thank You" and "Thinking of You" and "Congratulations!" and all that. I'm really looking forward to it. :)
I'm learning (slowly, but surely) to wait on the Lord a little more patiently. It's a hard lesson to learn, for sure. Thankful that He's so patient with me.
Today is National Pregnancy and Infant Loss Awareness Day.
Take a minute to say a prayer for the women in your life who have been through miscarriages or the death of an infant; there are probably a lot more of them than you'd even realize.
Missing my little Finley an awful lot today.
Despite everything that has gone on lately, Jesse and I are still doing well. I've totally recovered physically, and never ended up having to go to the hospital. (So thankful that that prayer was answered "yes".) We gave the baby a name so that we don't have to call him/her "it" all the time, and we're moving on. Slowly but surely. I still have moments where I think, "I would've been 11 weeks pregnant now. I would've been almost out of the 1st trimester." It's hard not to feel really self-pitying because we were told that we had maybe a 3% chance of losing the baby, and we did anyhow. I start feeling sorry for myself and asking "why me?" but I have to remind myself that there was something wrong. Probably chromosomal issues or something uncontrollable, and it's better that this baby is in Heaven. That doesn't always make it easy to deal with, but it helps. I have a ton of maternity clothing sitting in my closet now, because both our families got all excited and wanted to get me stuff. While I'm thankful for their generosity, it makes me sad knowing that it'll be quite a while before I get to use them. (Lord willing, I'll get to use them.) Such is life.
Still working at the drug store, and it's a pretty good job. One of my managers has some anger issues that seriously need to be dealt with. She goes from very sweet to cursing and raging within minutes of each other, and that's a little hard to deal with. Thankfully, though, I mostly work with a younger manager who is very laid back and nice. I'm going to start carrying pepper spray in my purse for when I walk out to the car at night, because we have been getting SO many creepers. I've had guys ask me, "How long have you been working here? I haven't seen you before." I'll tell them since the end of July, and they leer back and say things like, "Well, I'm gonna have to buy my cigarettes here more often." OOooh, how charming of you. Every girl loves a man who has teeth rotted out by excessive tobacco use. What's funny is that women always notice my wedding ring and ask me how long I've been married. For some reason, men magically have trouble seeing the big glittery thing sitting on my ring finger. Fail. Jesse jokingly said, "Well, maybe we need to get you a bigger diamond." I would not fight him on that. :)
Life moves on. Not always in the way you wanted or planned, but it does.