I haven’t written in a quite a few days, but my usual free time was unavailable this past week. Let me tell you why…
I’ll try to make this short because it rather upsets me, and it’s most likely boring to passers-by. It seems like ever since Gabriel and I have been together, my futon has been a source of discomfort in the apartment. There is no sofa. Actually, the only “nice” piece of furniture in the place is the over-sized chair I’ve had for more than 10 years. So, I decided that I was going to buy a sofa for Gabriel as a Christmas present. Last Wednesday, feeling incredibly empowered by a delay of morning sickness, and after a few days of online price comparison, I made the journey through the Kansas countryside to Nebraska Furniture Mart — my new favorite store. I sat on every single sofa that was under $600, multiple times on a few. After an hour I found “the one”. It was green and oh so comfy. Elated, I paid for it and found out that I made the deadline for next day delivery. Here’s where the story becomes tragic. The next day was spent with making the living room ready for a major transition, all the while trying not to make Gabriel suspicious. Then I waited. Finally, there was a knock at the door and my heart jumped. My sofa!! Okay… I’ll skip the details of what happened next because they sent me into a pit of despair, but long story short: it didn’t fit through the door.
I was crestfallen.
The sofa was loaded back onto the truck by the angry delivery men, and I was left bawling on my pathetic futon.
We remain sofa-less, and it’ll probably stay that way now. But Gabriel was so gentle and kind, even though I cried and carried on like the overly emotional, hormone-wrecked pregnant woman that I am. Now I’m back to the drawing board for fantastic and surprising Christmas present ideas. At least we’ll have a tree this year, so all is not lost… even though, we won’t be with our families for the holidays. :’(
Also worthy of note (more so than the sofa story), is that there has been a great outpouring of the Holy Spirit here at the House of Prayer. We’re talking nightly meetings of worship, prayer, salvations, and miraculous healings. It’s the biggest move of God I’ve seen here since I moved to Kansas City, and it’s something that we have needed and longed for. I haven’t been able to actually attend the meetings because of work and then baby-related sickness, but Gabriel has, and there’s a free webstream each night from 6pm to midnight on ihop.org You should definitely check it out. We’re going tonight along with a friend of mine I used to work with named Julee.
In pregnancy news, I’m 2 months along. I still haven’t seen a doctor but I’ve talked to an awesome midwife over the phone who really helped me and put my mind at ease. I’ve had quite a bit of fear associated with the labor/delivery concept, and whether I am capable of going through it naturally despite my history of severe reactions to pain. Debbie Perry, the midwife, is incredible, and I really feel good about going forward with this under her direction. Also, in preggo news, I may have conquered the evil sting of morning sickness thanks to Jennifer James, who gave me a B6 supplement. That, in combination with a few other tips I’ve discovered, has been my lifesaver. Work is still hard for me, but God’s grace is sustaining me.
Well, my husband just got home with yet another early Christmas present (the first was a collection of Bob Dylan DVD’s — hallelujah), an air humidifier, so I must go now and admire it!!
