Wednesday, November 16, 2011

First Trimester




Most of you know that we are expecting an addition to our family. The journey thus far has been bittersweet. Honestly, when we first found out my heart rejoiced at the thought of a little life being knitted together inside of me, but my heart also broke for those that walk the road of loss and infertility. Therefore, we trust that although we do not understand all His ways, there is comfort in knowing He is a good God, who does as He pleases, for His glory and our joy.



This week marks our last week of the first trimester. As much as I'm trying to enjoy everyday of this pregnancy, the past 6 weeks have been brutal! Nausea and vomiting took over my life and consequently, my family's too. I'm not sure what we would have done without the help of our family and friends. Well...I did think about creating a shelf in my pantry for the boys to reach their breakfast and dinner...but talked myself out of it. The prayers, meals, "nausea-relief" gifts and constant encouragement and empathy were so helpful! And...this week has brought much relief, for which I am so very thankful! However, due to antiphospholipid antibodies, the rest of this road is not risk-free. I will continue my daily Lovenox injections and aspirin therapy and pray this little one continues to develop as anticipated.


In other news...Landen and Brooks are excited about having another sibling. Landen thinks we should have a girl because there are already so many boys in our family. And well Brooks, we have just been practicing the word "baby." :)












































Saturday, November 6, 2010

grateful.

I am grateful for much.

Little things. coffee, a blanket and my bible on a cool, brisk morning (it is texas and we usually get a handful). watching my Landen (Boo) enjoy life through play, music and art and my Brooks (lil' Buddy) exploring his world through his senses...especially taste, right now!

Big things. My husband who loves continually, is gentle and patient...but can be found often wrestling the boys...yes, even Brooks. Sweet friends, our health, shelter, my job and most of all, Salvation and my story.

A few years ago in November, Isaac & I were about to find out that we were expecting #2...only to find out that #2 and #3 would meet Jesus before we would. I am thankful for this season that caused me to question, doubt and cling to Jesus. During this time, I realized my hope can only be found in Jesus. Not in my own desires, including the "plans" I have for my family (like what I think it should look like). So thankful for a God who is wiser than I am and that does what is best for His children! Trusting His provision for my family...and constantly reminding myself of these truths!

I smile today as I watch my boys laugh and stop for a moment to appreciate the story God is writing in this home. Landen is already four and Brooks, almost eight months. I admit...life with two boys is busy and it is easy to get caught up in the passing years. Oh, that I would take in the everyday moments. After all, this story is not my own and only One knows the number of my days.

Grateful for today.