Yesterday a complete stranger cautiously (and very sweetly) asked me if I was having a baby. Which, I choose to believe, means that my belly has somewhat ceased it's seemingly neverending side-to-side expansion and is finally starting to grow outward. Or, maybe it was just the empire waist, looks-like-a-maternity-dress-on-anyone, cotton dress that I was wearing. Either way, here's to crossing over to the pregnant side of the "is she just getting chubby or is she pregnant?" line.
On the opposite end of the pregnancy milestone spectrum - actually, this is more a pregnancy confession- I didn't even make it to 9AM today before I had to apologize to a coworker for being short with him. Sorry about that, Andy. Although I swore I wouldn't, I'm totally blaming the hormones :).
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
Pregnancy Milestones (including the one where mom loses her mind)
I just experienced my first real craving coupled with my first (well, arguably my first) baby-brain moment.
For the past hour the only thing I wanted was a glass of chocolate milk (I know, why can't I crave broccoli or something?!). I mean, I REALLY wanted some chocolate milk - to the point where I couldn't think about anything else. I finally decided to leave work to pick some up - because truthfully, nothing was going to get done around here until I got my fix.
So, I drove to the nearest gas station. Carton in hand I made my way up to the register. The friendly cashier rang me up - I paid him, put the change in my wallet, and headed for the door, giddy about my purchase. It wasn't until I was almost out the door that I heard the cashier calling after me, 'um, ma'am - do you want your milk?'. Yeaaaah. Can you imagine how devastated I would have been if I had gotten all the way back to my office before I realized I didn't have my beloved chocolate milk?
From what I hear, this 'baby brain' only gets worse. Look out, world.
For the past hour the only thing I wanted was a glass of chocolate milk (I know, why can't I crave broccoli or something?!). I mean, I REALLY wanted some chocolate milk - to the point where I couldn't think about anything else. I finally decided to leave work to pick some up - because truthfully, nothing was going to get done around here until I got my fix.
So, I drove to the nearest gas station. Carton in hand I made my way up to the register. The friendly cashier rang me up - I paid him, put the change in my wallet, and headed for the door, giddy about my purchase. It wasn't until I was almost out the door that I heard the cashier calling after me, 'um, ma'am - do you want your milk?'. Yeaaaah. Can you imagine how devastated I would have been if I had gotten all the way back to my office before I realized I didn't have my beloved chocolate milk?
From what I hear, this 'baby brain' only gets worse. Look out, world.
Monday, October 27, 2008
Giving Thanks
I've been incredibly blessed with a wonderful pregnancy so far. I haven't really struggled with morning sickness and the occasional nausea that stems from waiting too long between meals simply means I have a good excuse to snack ALL DAY LONG (and honestly, who could complain about that?). It's been so good, in fact, that for several weeks I just ignored the nagging ache in my legs.
It wasn't until I was visiting my family in Texas for Katie's wedding (at about 14 weeks) that I began to acknowledge that my throbbing, heavy legs probably meant varicose veins and, even more importantly, that this was something that I should not be dealing with. I say that for this reason: my mom was healed from severe pain associated with varicose veins years ago, and that healing, she believes, broke the cycle of pain that had been passed down in our family. I hadn't claimed it, but healing was already mine.
It took the faith of my mom and Aunt Bonnie for me to realize that. I was sitting at the kitchen table at my parents house, rubbing my sore legs, whining about bulging veins, and those amazing women didn't skip a beat. They immediately knelt beside me and prayed, claiming my miracle. And I got it. I haven't had any pain in my legs since that day.
My mom has always said that we should use the precedent He sets in healing when we come to Him with needs. Use it. She's a wise woman, you know. And He's a miracle worker.
It wasn't until I was visiting my family in Texas for Katie's wedding (at about 14 weeks) that I began to acknowledge that my throbbing, heavy legs probably meant varicose veins and, even more importantly, that this was something that I should not be dealing with. I say that for this reason: my mom was healed from severe pain associated with varicose veins years ago, and that healing, she believes, broke the cycle of pain that had been passed down in our family. I hadn't claimed it, but healing was already mine.
It took the faith of my mom and Aunt Bonnie for me to realize that. I was sitting at the kitchen table at my parents house, rubbing my sore legs, whining about bulging veins, and those amazing women didn't skip a beat. They immediately knelt beside me and prayed, claiming my miracle. And I got it. I haven't had any pain in my legs since that day.
My mom has always said that we should use the precedent He sets in healing when we come to Him with needs. Use it. She's a wise woman, you know. And He's a miracle worker.
Saturday, October 25, 2008
I miss
my wife.
and, though he doesn't know who I am yet, my son.
New York City is great and all, but I am exhausted.
and, though he doesn't know who I am yet, my son.
New York City is great and all, but I am exhausted.
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
Live From New York, it's...
hey, so i love you guys in our small group, but uh....
HIS NAME SHALL BE BATMAN!!!
-Levi
HIS NAME SHALL BE BATMAN!!!
-Levi
The Name Game
On Monday night I attended our couples bible study group solo (Levi is out of town for the Indianapolis/Philly/New York leg of his fall tour). After dinner, we formed our usual circle in the living room to continue our discussion of The Ragamuffin Gospel. Usually we just jump right into it, but this week Dave, our generous host and group leader, handed everyone a piece of paper and pen and said we had some 'business' to take care of before we got started. The business? Everyone was to write down a boy's name for me and Levi so that we would have some name considerations (that don't include Batman) for our little guy.
Here's a little background for you...
On Friday, Levi sent out an 'It's a boy!' announcement email to our group. These are the first few sentences:
Russell Crowe
Mark Steven
Adam Zapple
Scott Avery Weaver (S.A.W)
Sundar (the last name of one of the couples in our group)
Reagan
Adam
Jackson Lee
Leave it to Cleaver Weaver
Asher Lowenstein
Isaac John
Ronin
Clayton Cash
Optimus Prime
Miles Baxter (the first and last name of one of the guys in our group)
Jacob Isaiah
Beaver Lever Weaver
Wow.
Here's a little background for you...
On Friday, Levi sent out an 'It's a boy!' announcement email to our group. These are the first few sentences:
"We found out yesterday - Young Squire Weaver is a boy! so, the only suspense left is the name (i'm really pulling for "Spartacus McBatman" but Heather keeps vetoing it. She'll be under anesthesia though, so.... heh.) ..."Without further ado, here are the names we collected:
Russell Crowe
Mark Steven
Adam Zapple
Scott Avery Weaver (S.A.W)
Sundar (the last name of one of the couples in our group)
Reagan
Adam
Jackson Lee
Leave it to Cleaver Weaver
Asher Lowenstein
Isaac John
Ronin
Clayton Cash
Optimus Prime
Miles Baxter (the first and last name of one of the guys in our group)
Jacob Isaiah
Beaver Lever Weaver
Wow.
Monday, October 20, 2008
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