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Awake at 5:00 in the morning, just because I am.
Keep hearing one of the kids coughing in their bedroom. Poor kids are as congested as they can be. Neither one of them can breathe, and they've been getting their poor little noses suctioned out like 4 times a day (they pretty much hate it). They've also both been sleeping a lot...obviously not feeling well, but surprisingly not too fussy our grouchy. Times like this I realize just how good my kids are. Not that I ever think they are terrible, although sometimes I wonder (Especially when I have to take Elijah out five times during the invitation alone, and of course Samiah has to be toted along, because I can't leave her in the pew by herself). But, when they are obviously not feeling well, and still as pleasant as ever, I am reminded to count them as blessings and teachers.
Back on February the 28th, I had a blog entry that stated the following (and I quote)
"I have officially been not pregnant for the longest time period of our marriage. I got pregnant with Eli when we had been married for about 6 months, and there were three and a half months of not being pregnant between Eli and Sam. This is another BIG milestone for me that I am rather proud about at this point. And for all of you guys that are curious, at this point in our lives we are not planning on having any more children. Of course, plans change, and God's plans trump our plans, so we'll just have to see what happens. But for now, I have more than enough responsibilities on my plate and I really don't think I could handle more".
Two months later, we realized that I was about 8 weeks pregnant. So, when I was getting exited about being "not pregnant for the longest time period of our marriage", I was, in fact, pregnant. I wont lie by saying this has been an easy adjustment for us to make, or that it's been completely full of happiness and excitement. It has, however, been a journey full of lessons on trust and acceptance for where God is taking us. This is a child that God REALLY wanted for us to have.
On a happier note (for all of you, anyways), at half-way there, I am finally ready to start talking about it in a more public manner. All of our family knew about it immediately, and everyone that we see on a regular basis knew about it immediately, (and a few others) but we've been sort of vague to the internet world about it. I've been trying to be real careful about "flaunting" another pregnancy for several reasons, of which I wont go into, and I will continue to be as careful. This will probably be the last you hear about it until our lives are graced by the sounds of another newborn. (Unless I am un-ignoringly bombarded by questions concerning said-child).
So far, everything is pointing to another rambunctious and energetic child, which shall make our lives QUITE interesting in the future. It will also prove to test this little Mamma's patience, tolerance, and ongoing struggle in the "trust in God" issues. So, prayers would be appreciated (as always). Myself, I'm praying for the perfect labor and delivery that I've wanted and not gotten the last two babies (no c-section, no epidural, no inducing, etc.) Again, only time shall tell, and we will see.
I got my own website, and I think everyone needs to at least check it out and give me your honest opinions! If you hate it, let me know, I can do some tweaking. Especially let me know if you think I included ANY personal information (names, locations, etc.), because I tried to be real careful about NOT doing that.
Best husband EVER!!!!!!!!!! I'm super exited about it, I've been working on it for two weeks already.
I had a recurring nightmare last night. Apparently my whole family was trying to kill me in, all in different ways. Christopher and the kids weren't in the dream...don't know where they were. My dad tried running a car through the house to hit me at the dinner table. My Mom tried to poison my corn. One brother tried to stab me with a fork, the other was going after me with a napkin (either suffocation or strangulation), and I couldn't tell which brother was doing what. My sister chased me out of the house with a glass pan.
I had the dream twice, it was exactly the same both times. Frightening at the time, really silly now. Dreams are such curious things, and I can't help but wonder what sort of wild imaginings in my head prompted this.