As I was getting ready for church this morning, I found myself to be in quite a dilemma . . . my clothes don't fit! Even the clothes that I wore last summer (when I was about 10-15lb heavier than I am now) don't fit me right. They pinch, bind and grab in all the wrong places. My peanut does not like to be pinched!
I, naturally, thought the solution would be to switch to maternity clothes, once and for all. Just give in and say, "that's it. I'm ready. 26 more weeks of "fat" clothes."
I have a pair of capris that my loving mother-in-law helped me pick out that I wore before without problems. Unfortunately, that's the ONLY pair of pants that fit me right now . . . the other maternity clothes I have are too big and don't stay up/on. Am I supposed to go places in the buff?
After I spent a good 20 minutes getting angry about this, I realized two very important things . . .
1) I have clothes, no matter how they fit. I have multiple outfits that I could create, even if some aren't as attractive as others. I'm fortunate enough to have to struggle with what to wear, instead of IF I will ever be able to get clothes on my back.
2) I am blessed to be pregnant with a healthy baby. When Adam and I got married 3 years ago, we didn't even know if that was going to be possible because of my cancer and the subsequent treatment for it. Some otherwise totally healthy people struggle with infertility daily and would just be delighted if they had to decide when to switch to maternity clothes.
So, that being said. I got dressed with my pair of capris and a slightly too-small pre-pregnancy black t-shirt. And it's amazing . . . because I have a baby growing inside of me.
Sunday, July 31, 2011
Friday, July 29, 2011
The Best Sound . . . . EVER
On Wednesday, I heard the most amazing thing in the world . . .
It was not a joke.
It was not words from an old friend.
It was not a new fun song.
It was the sound of my baby's heart beating.
Adam and I were at my 13-week prenatal appointment that day, and we were both a little nervous. Sometimes, after all, these little babes don't like to be heard just yet. This was not the case for our little peanut.
It did take my OBGYN some time to find the little one's sound of strength--he/she apparently likes to move around . . . a LOT. When she, however, found the "sweet spot" for our little acrobat, we heard the most glorious "lub dub" going at a rate of approximately 140 beats per minute. My heart swelled three sizes, just like the Grinch's did when he found out the true meaning of Christmas.
So, we did not hear from an old friend, a great joke or a fun song.
We heard the wonderful sound of life that we created . . . . together. Nothing could ever beat that.
It was not a joke.
It was not words from an old friend.
It was not a new fun song.
It was the sound of my baby's heart beating.
Adam and I were at my 13-week prenatal appointment that day, and we were both a little nervous. Sometimes, after all, these little babes don't like to be heard just yet. This was not the case for our little peanut.
It did take my OBGYN some time to find the little one's sound of strength--he/she apparently likes to move around . . . a LOT. When she, however, found the "sweet spot" for our little acrobat, we heard the most glorious "lub dub" going at a rate of approximately 140 beats per minute. My heart swelled three sizes, just like the Grinch's did when he found out the true meaning of Christmas.
So, we did not hear from an old friend, a great joke or a fun song.
We heard the wonderful sound of life that we created . . . . together. Nothing could ever beat that.
Sunday, July 24, 2011
A New Life
It's strange to think about everything that has happened in our lives and to think about what's coming up. We have been moving every 1-2 years due to graduations, getting married and starting new careers, but I have a gut feeling this will be a move that will last us for decades to come.
I recently took a job with a fantastic health system in eastern Pennsylvania, closer to our hometowns. We have never wanted to live in our parents' backyards, but living 4+ hours away has been sad and hard for us. Sure, I know some people live 10 hours . . . 20 hours away from home, but that's just not us. It's not who we are. We like to travel, we like to try new things. We also like home and our families.
So, life's going to change a LOT for us in the next few months. We're trying to sell our home in a terrible economy (prayers, please!), we're moving to Harrisburg, we're starting new careers and Adam will be finishing school . . . and that's not all! (More to come on that, later!)
We may be in the middle of a chaotic time, but we have each other and our growing love for one another. That's enough for me.
I recently took a job with a fantastic health system in eastern Pennsylvania, closer to our hometowns. We have never wanted to live in our parents' backyards, but living 4+ hours away has been sad and hard for us. Sure, I know some people live 10 hours . . . 20 hours away from home, but that's just not us. It's not who we are. We like to travel, we like to try new things. We also like home and our families.
So, life's going to change a LOT for us in the next few months. We're trying to sell our home in a terrible economy (prayers, please!), we're moving to Harrisburg, we're starting new careers and Adam will be finishing school . . . and that's not all! (More to come on that, later!)
We may be in the middle of a chaotic time, but we have each other and our growing love for one another. That's enough for me.
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