I can't think of a cute or funny title

Okay, so originally, this blog was supposed to be all about our school, but I find myself wanting to write about other things, and I just don't have it in me to write more than one blog at a time. I do enjoy writing, though I often get so busy that I'm too tired and worn out to blog. This has been nice though. I am in my 13th week and I'm feeling much better albeit, tired. Obviously, I have nothing important to say, I just feel like typing, either that or eat some chocolate. Hmm...now there's a thought. Umm,I've got to go,I think I hear dark chocolate calling me,I mean one of my kids calling me...

Am I in the right place?

Here is a scenario, I am itchy and want to find out what I can take as a pregnant person. Okay, so I log onto my ob's website and what do I see? A totally naked woman holding her arms across her bare chest which barely covered her umm... well, you can guess. Hmm....Okay...That is my doctor's name up there huh? Okey Dokey... I decide to, in the midst of my befuddlement, explore the website. Much to my amazement, I discover that my doctor is now in the plastic surgery business. But not any ordinary plastic surgery, rejuvenation of the lowlands. Very strange indeed. There were signs that something was afoot. The new location, the super extravagantly and richly decorated office. And then there was the new chic all black scrubs through out the practice. The office looked more like a museum than a doctor's office when I first visited over a month ago. I felt underdressed, and plain, as if the beautiful dark cherry furniture were somehow mocking me. As I walked into the bathroom to leave a "sample" I was scared that I might leave an unruly drop on the beautifully tiled floor. It seemed a shame to leave a cup of pee on such a nice toilet. I found myself wanting this to be my bathroom at home. I don't know what's more odd my doctor's new practice, or my desire to take the furniture with me as I leave. Either way, maybe I can have her throw in a tummy tuck after the baby for free, or atleast an office chair.

I was blown away

I'll admit that I'm not very good at making up titles for my entries. It takes too much time, and I'm much too impatient, so bear with me. I was looking at my friend Sandy's blog and saw that she had a link to another friends blog, so I went to check it out. I haven't talked to the other friend in quite some time, so it was neat reading what was going on in her life. As I was reading, I noticed a small snippet asking for continued prayer for a family of my former church as they continued to grieve. This was a family that my husband and I were fond of, though we weren't really close friends. After finding yet another link, I discovered that the family had given birth to a baby girl named Darcy who had Trisomy 18 which is a genetic defect that gives the babies an extra chromosome. These babies usually don't live very long. My heart just began to break for them. Darcy's mom kept a blog diary of her pregnancy and the birth and eventual death of Darcy. She was an absolutely beautiful baby. She fit right in with all of her beautiful siblings as well. It hurt my heart to no end to read of her mother's struggles, and the just absolute gut wrenching pain of losing a baby. I'm four months pregnant, I'm high risk, I have diabetes. The doctor's scare me with their doom and gloom all of the time. I cried, and I really want to cry now; not for myself or any possible problems that I could have with Sara or Jonathan, but for that dear sweet family. I think that when you're a parent, you feel so much more, at least I think I do. I can't imagine their pain, and I want to take it away and give them their baby back. I know that she's in heaven and as christians we have that reassurance, but oh my, my heart just aches for them. They are a precious family, please pray for them, I will be...

Take the tissue box with you!

Rob and I went to go see the film Fireproof. It was truly amazing and I was blown away. I was so used to seeing Kirk Cameron in "Growing Pains" that it was really strange to see him as this angry obnoxious husband who seemed to hate his wife. That is all I will give away, but whether you're in a good marriage, a bad one, or whatever your story may be, go see this film. It was really good. I'm not sure, but I'm almost positive I heard a sniff or two from where Rob was sitting, and anyone who knows my husband, knows that he simply does not cry. This film was made by the same church that made "Facing the Giants" and it was just as good if not better. Just remember, get your candy, your popcorn and soda, but be sure to take your tissues!