When I met you my heart immediately recognized you as the man God would have me marry. I always prayed the recognition would be instantaneous, and it was. Though far apart for long periods of time, we were able to maintain a relationship that only grew stronger as time progressed. Now, I get to be with you every day and I'd like to spend the rest of our lives making up for all the time we were apart while we were dating.
You are God's gift to me. Although my words of appreciation have been few and far between lately, in my heart I never take you for granted. When you hurt, I hurt; when you cry, I cry; when you laugh, I smile; and when you eat something spicy, I suffer the consequences right along with you. =)
You are my best friend. . . always will be.
On my list of The Top Best Things That Ever Happened To Me, "Meeting Jon" is #2, right under "Knowing Jesus."
Sometimes I think about how my life would be if God were to call you to Heaven way before I'd like Him to, and immediately I feel a horrible sadness. I never want to know that feeling. I wanna die in my sleep, with you, on the same night, when we're both good and old.
I'm so proud that you're the father of our baby. I have no doubt that you'll be one of the greatest fathers ever. That's common knowledge.
You are high quality, cream of the crop, top notch husband/father/son material, and my world would not be the same without you in it.
God kept me, for you. . . and He gifted me, with you. . . and I remain totally and completely grateful to Him for gracing me with your friendship and unconditional love.
This is le bump bebe at 13 weeks plus some.
I feel just swell! (Not totally.) A few gross pregnancy symptoms have added themselves to the mix within the last week or so. Yet I keep reminding myself of one thing: these irk-a-lot symptoms are very temporary. I have about 6 months of pregnancy wonderland experiences to live through, then I'm done (for however long I remain unpregnant. haha.)
So, as you can see, the bump remains concealable. Had I not chosen to inform anyone of the fact that I'm pregnant, most people wouldn't be able to tell at all. Yet, I couldn't keep that awesome info to myself. I had to share it with the world!
One awesomeful fact: prenatal vitamins cause your hair to grow by leaps and bounds. Ever since I totally chopped off my hair a few years ago, I've been dying for it to reach at least midway down my back.
Now it's beginning to do just that, and I'm a very grateful woman.
I mean, short hair is cool and all but it didn't suit me as well as longer hair. I felt boyish most of the time, and that didn't do much to boost my inner girly girl's self-esteem.
Check out my sad little ponytail! ===>>
At this point I should thank my child for putting me in a position where I now have 2 options:
1. let my hair grow past my toosh again (the good ol' days)
2. Chop it all off and start over.
I doubt I'll chop it off again anytime soon. I'll wait til I'm older, have a baseball team's worth of kids and have very limited time for glamour. =)
There are two thoughts at the forefront of my mind that I must share with the world today:
1. Life is way shorter than we tend to realize. . .
2. which is why living for God is the only right way to go.
You may read this and think, "She's so naïve and narrow minded." Think what you will. I say things from personal experience. I'm pretty tired of looking on as friends and family waste their lives doing things that only bring them more and more emptiness and heartache. When will they finally realize that there's not an ounce of life-giving satisfaction that can be attained outside of God?
Of course, there are tons and tons of temporary pleasures- things that help you feel better for a limited time only. But who in their right mind would choose a temporary thing over an eternal thing?
Eternal satisfaction is found only in Jesus.
And I'll remain "narrow minded" to the masses, cuz my Bible says, "small is the gate and narrow the road that leads to life, and only a few find it." (Matthew 7:14)
Don't waste your life.
"The world and its desires pass away, but the man who does the will of God lives forever."
-1 John 2:17
Yesterday I looked in the bathroom mirror and noticed my face was looking a bit more plump than normal. I went over to my husband and asked him, "Babe, do you think my face looks more full?" "Yeah babe. It does." "Do you think that's bad?" "No babe. I think it's great. You should be gaining weight. You're pregnant." I walked away and looked in the mirror again. I couldn't help but feel helpless. My appetite has more than doubled lately and as much as I'm all about eating to fulfill my massive cravings for food, I also feel kind of weird about this weight thing. Never in my life have I seen my waistline grow the way it has in the last few weeks. I still don't look pregnant to most people, but I definitely feel my jeans getting tighter and tighter. Almost everything feels tight on me, especially after meals. I love that I have a healthy appetite, I just hope I can handle the changes of my morphing body.
For as long as I can remember, I've always felt thrilled by the thought of actually being pregnant. As a young girl I'd put pillows under my shirt and check my "belly" out in the mirror. Now every day I look in the mirror and whoa! Surprise, surprise, my very own belly is growing. It's for real and there's a babay in my tummay! I already talk to my baby... They say there's a certain stage when the baby will actually develop its ability to hear. I have no way of knowing if it hears me yet, but I'm gonna talk to it anyway. I sing to it. I read the Bible to it. I hold up these teeny Gerber onesies I bought (when I first found out I was pregnant) and lay them on my lap and think, "Wow. In about 6 months I'll have my very own baby to dress."
The things that run through your mind when you're pregnant are pretty funny. For instance, even before I'm finished eating one meal, I'm already thinking about what I'm gonna eat next. I feel like a hog but I can't help it. There's a hunger inside me! I couldn't expect any less, especially because I'm carrying Jon's baby. =) I'm just hoping this child isn't born a 9 pounder, like he was at birth. I've said it before and i'll say it again: I am seriously not looking forward to giving birth to a 9 pounder. No thank you and good day. I'd like a healthy 7 pounder, please. If it could weigh less and still be totally healthy, then I'll take that too. [As if I could choose.]
Okay, enough pregnancy talk for one post. I'll post an up-to-date tummy pic soon. 95% of the ones i've taken thus far are not suitable for all audiences. Here's a pic of my beloved and I, instead. =)