I was a week late and thought I was preggers.
I had myself pretty psyched out. I felt tired, nauseous and had insomnia. Found out today that I am not pregnant for sure. Dassa-Beanie came running up to me and gave me a hug. I realized that I wasn't really that upset about it. Just glad the waiting and uncertainty were over. Dassa-Beanie is a delight and another baby this soon would cramp our me-and-her time. God will bring along another baby in His time if it is His will, but I am embracing another month as a time to get these last 10 pounds off! Time to let go of my lemonade drink, switch to water and stop eating so late. So I guess I am making false-pregnancy resolutions instead of New Year resolutions. Ha ha
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Okay, so yesterday, I was called a domestic goddess... Pretty cool!
And then today, I had several God moments.... First off, I finally got air in my tires (thanks to Luke with the special pump) and planned to go on a bike ride with Dassa-Beanie. I had gotten the trailer all hitched except for the tiny metal piece that was nowhere to be found. Grrrr... I searched everywhere in the garage for a solid ten minutes. All the while, I was trying to keep Dassa from walking down the driveway, since the door was up. In defeat, I sat on the weight bench and asked God to help me find it. Turning my head, I saw a flash of metal in the back part of the trailer. If I was even sitting an inch to the right or left I wouldn't have seen it! So, after thanking God, I continued on with my bike ride to the park. I arrived and no one is there. My favorite is when there are no kids there! When tons of kids are there I usually come home with a headache. We swung on the swings for a bit, went down the slide a few times and then it was her nap time. We started to pack it up as someone else pulled into the parking lot. I noticed that they had not gotten out of their car and figured they were like me. They were probably waiting until they could have the park to themselves. As I was buckling Dassa-Beanie into the trailer, the lady finally came walking up with her small son. We both said a polite hello. She put him down to play and I thought I heard Russian. I got excited, but normally I am too chicken to say anything. I have had very little opportunity to practice my Russian language in the last eight years. I am embarrassed by my poor grammar. But I just couldn't go( a little prompting from the Lord or what!). So, I sucked it up and poke to her in Russian. We had a long conversation about people smoking at the park and loud disrespectful children and why we like quiet. Apparently we had more in common than I thought. Dassa-Beanie, no longer content with her sippy-cup, started to fussy, so we started saying our goodbyes. Again, I just couldn't leave. I didn't have anything to write my number down on since I had biked there. I doubted she would want to just hand out her number, but I asked if she wanted to swap numbers anyhow. I offered to call her phone and that way she would have mine. She agreed with a big smile on her face! It was so great to use my Russian in a real conversation again and meet another mom of a young child. Her son was 13 months and my Dassa-Beanie is almost 10 months. How perfect is that! Maybe she will never call or maybe we will have many more park dates, but either way, I felt the rush of listening to the Holy Spirit's prompts. I loved it! Thanks God for being so real and present in my life! So, my daughter Dassa-Beanie is 8 months now and already starting to walk! I love being a mom most of the time.
Sorry, I had to pause because she just started gagging. She is also eating everything in sight and that means I have to be extra vigilant. That sound is the scariest thing as a parent! The gag! You find yourself holding your breath until they breathe normally again. Trying not to panic, but stop and act swiftly as they gag and gag on something they stuck into their mouth when you weren't watching. Or in this ninja's case, even when I was looking! Anyway, as I was saying... I love being a mom most of the time. The middle of the night I find rough. The mornings can be difficult too if the night before was rough. So the special times... or the times I love being a mom most come just after nap. After I managed to have some me time and had a little time to miss her. I find myself listening for noises from her pack-n-play. I love seeing her eyes light up and start to bounce as she sees me come into the room to rescue her from her cage(Ha ha). I love watching her play with her toys when she thinks I am not watching, or watch her drink from a sippy-cup by herself like a big girl. In my heart I know the stage where she is dependent on me to help is passing all too quickly. I am in no big hurry for another child because I am still enamored by this one. I enjoy every new skill, watching her take in new sights and discover new activities. I hope to wait until Dassa-Beanie is at least a few years old before a sibling comes along. I want her to have plenty of time with mom and dad, so she feels secure and loved before a little brother or sister comes to steal a bit of her thunder. Dassa-Beanie has thrived under all the personal attention she gets from me staying at home. I am so thankful my husband sees the benefits and supports my being a full-time mom. I am looking forward to homeschooling, crafts and family field trips to the zoo or museum. Life has become so rich watching her grow. Granted, there are also those hard moments I wish again to be free, not have to deal with poopy diapers, or nighttime feedings, but I have to say the good definitely outweighs the bad. I keep an offline journal of Dassa-Beanie's activities, so I don't write for myself that often right now. I wanted to post these feelings down before I forgot them in case they might help another mom out there know she is not alone in the struggles and joy of motherhood. Being a Mom - there is nothing like it! Pros and Cons - but what an amazing Gift! We found out the day before Father's Day that we are pregnant!
We were a little shocked since we weren't trying for a baby. We had actually just started talking about when we might start trying, but God knows best! We are very excited now that some of the shock has worn off. We are starting to believe it is true. The baby is due sometime in early February. We've had names picked out. Benaiah for a boy (one of David's mighty men) -Naiah for short Hadassah for a girl (Queen Esther's Hebrew name) - Dassa for short. Please help us pray for a healthy little one who will grow up to know the lord! |
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