I'm never particularly motivated to make dinner for myself when Jon is out for a meeting/youth event, and tonight was no exception. Pair that with pregnancy hunger and you never know what I might come up with. Tonight's dinner of champions (at 8:50 pm, nonetheless): pita chips and homemade hummus; apples and peanut butter. Awesome...
2. I can't stop thinking about Haiti. My college roommate and friend Heather mentioned this same thing in her blog. I don't even know how to pray for the people there. When I heard today about the aftershock, I wanted to cry all over again. These precious people who were already living on $1 or less per day, are reliving their nightmare or have joined the ranks of those with nothing. We sponsor two Compassion children, one of whom lives in Haiti. From what we can tell, he is far away from the epicenter and major damage. However, 63,000 other Compassion children are also living in Haiti. What a scary time for sweet children who don't even really understand what's going on... Thank you, Lord, that the Holy Spirit intercedes for us in prayer- especially when we are at a loss for words.
3. Stacy's Pita Chips=YUM.
Only thing that might make them better is some hummus. I may or may not have eaten half the bag while writing this post.
4. It was confirmed today that we have been offered a crib, changing table, and 2 (!!) different sets of bedding for our little guy. Sounds nice? There's more. We've also been offered a car seat for Kate, so the little fella can have her infant carrier when he arrives. It gets better than that. It's all free. Because we have precious friends and we serve a faithful God. Hallelujah!
5. Kate tried yogurt today for the first time. And she loved it. She is so like her mama. I cannot believe that my sweet ladybug is almost 9 months. How can this be?? She'll be going to college tomorrow, I'm afraid! Speaking of my precious girl, check out this beautiful face!
This pregnancy is most certainly different from the last. And, obviously it's been on my mind a lot lately. We are so so excited to be adding a little boy to our family. I will never forget the look on Jon's face when he realized that he was looking at his son, rather than just a baby without an identifiable gender. Priceless. I will never forget some of the comments that were made when we announced our news... "Now you'll have the 'perfect family!' Mom, Dad, a girl, and a boy!" And one that I really hold dear to my heart because she didn't even know me (or the background story): "What a blessing!!!!!!" She was just so thrilled and it really helped me to put things back into perspective and forget about my panic for a bit. Little by little, this all becomes reality...
But, for a variety of reasons, it's been MUCH more difficult to kick back and enjoy every second of this pregnancy. Which is what I really want to do. I don't want to look back on this and remember some of the mountains we have had to face. It was such a time of bliss with Kate, and this time around has involved a lot of wild emotions (which are compounded by recent long, sleepless nights with Kate), a lot of phone calls, a lot of tears, and a lot of trust. God has been faithful to me for as long as I can possibly remember. He has never once failed me. And He isn't going to either. He provides for all of my needs (and the needs of my precious family). So, why do I have such issues with faith? I long for "faith like a child." I long to rest comfortably in His promises. But alas, this pregnancy has bared all of my inadequacies in my faith and has forced me to face them head on. The issues aren't really what I think they are, though. The issues have nothing to do with insurance complications or teething or lack of sleep (day and night). The issues don't stem from having one income and living frugally. The issues arise from my stubbornness to let go. They come from my unwillingness to let Someone else have full control of my life. Don't I know what's best for me, anyway?? ;) God is good, y'all. In the beautiful times of life and in the tedious days. I wish I remembered that more often... and that I truly lived like it.
So, what do you do to keep that in your mind?
Kate and I listened to her lullaby CD on the way home from church today (my desperate measure to get her to take a nap) and this song sung by Nichole Nordeman came on. I really needed to hear it this week. If you have a few minutes, it's totally worth a listen here. If not, here are the lyrics:
When the sun starts to rise
And I open my eyes
You are good, so good
In the heat of the day
With each stone that I lay
You are good, so good
With every breath I take in
I'll tell you I'm grateful again
When the moon climbs high
Before each kiss goodnight
You are good
When the road starts to turn
Around each bend I've learned
You are good, so good
And when somebody's hand
Holds me up helps me stand
You are so good
With every breath I take in
I'll tell You I'm grateful again
'Cause it's more than enough
Just to know I am loved
And You are good
So how can I thank You
What can I bring
What can these poor hands
Lay at the feet of a King
I'll sing You a love song
It's all that I have
To tell You I'm grateful
For holding my life in Your Hands
When it's dark and it's cold
And I can't feel my soul
You are so good
When the world is gone gray
And the rain's here to stay
You are still good
So with every breath I take in
I'll tell You I am grateful again
And the storm may swell
Even then it is well and You are good
I'm in need of some names. Before we started having kids, I had a long list of names (first and middle) that I loved. Not so much anymore... All of a sudden, I don't like the names I once did. I can't come up with anything that I adore quite as much as Kate. And Kathryn Grace seems to flow so perfectly to me! I walk around the house saying names out loud, and none of them sound just right to me. Maybe that's because this baby boy still isn't reality in my mind. I guess delayed reality isn't that abnormal when you miss the first half of your pregnancy (crucial processing time, in my opinion). So, this little fella needs a name. I think we're set on his first name- and yes, we are keeping it a secret again, so don't ask- but we're still working on a middle name.
Next naming situation, although not nearly as vital as naming your son... The name of my blog will have to change. Jon and Mollie plus Kate was creative at the time, but with the arrival of #2, it just won't do any longer. Had I been smart like Sheila or Cheri or Kirsten, I wouldn't have this problem. Their blog names can last forever! So, I'm back at square one. Any suggestions??
Well, yes. Because if I didn't do it today, I'd only have it up for 3 days before Valentine's Day actually happens, and I'd be stuck with finding a new background all over again! Christmas pictures and update soon to come... once I get two spare seconds!
1. Yes, I know it's not Christmas anymore and that I need to change my blog a bit.
2. No, I do not have time to find something cute or create something new and adorable.
3. Yes, this is a conversation that took place this morning at the grocery store:
Employee: Hey, Mollie! (this is the parent of a former student)
Me: Hey there!
Employee: Oh, how cute is she? She is such a beautiful little girl! Is she crawling yet?
Me: Yep, she's just starting to!
Employee: I mean, she is just so beautiful! Are you just having so muchOHMYGOSH! ANOTHER ONE?! ALREADY?????
Me: Yes, already. (I mean, how else do you answer that question??)
I guess my belly is enough to stop someone mid-sentence as she's ooohing and ahhhing over my sweet girl! OH BROTHER!
