All About Preggers (and holidays)

After using a bella band for a couple weeks, I finally broke down and bought maternity pants last week, right before my 16 week mark.  I got some pretty sweet deals.  I even bought a couple cute blouses, but honestly, I hated the way I looked the day I wore one of them.  I feel much cuter in my normal clothes stretched over my swelling waistline.  Someone asked in surprise, “You’re already wearing maternity??” Well, yes, I am.  The bella band is awesome, but I can’t even zip my pants anymore and my trusty size 4 jeans are just painful now.  My new pants, however, yielded the most liberating feeling I’ve ever experienced from a wardrobe item… I could finally breathe again!  I’m “showing” more at the end of the day as my abs get tired and especially after constantly bending over at work.  I wonder if massage therapists have the biggest pregnant bellies.  I have to admit, it’s getting really annoying when people say “Wow you’re really showing early!”  Especially moms.  Well, I have news for you, my pelvis is narrow and my torso is short, and I’ve always been pretty slim.  This kid has nowhere to go but out in front, so you can stuff it.  It seems like the only moms that have understood are those that are even more narrow-waisted than I. *sigh* Okay, sorry.  I’m 4 months and ready for people stop commenting about the fact that I’m looking potbellied.  I dare you to poke it.  It’s firm, not fatty.

Next week will be an exciting week for me.  I will have my first prenatal appointment!  Yes, I’ll be 17 weeks, which is considered late for a first appointment.  But again, all those stuffy well-wisher advice-givers can get over it.  That was the first available.  I’ll get to meet my 2 midwives in person and proudly explain how well I’ve taken care of myself.  Some of you have asked how I already know the gender without having gone to a prenatal appointment.  One word: connections. *wink*  Let’s just say I know the right people.  And actually, seeing on screen how healthy that boy is has really eased my worries associated with a delayed appointment.  Anyway… 2 days after my appointment, Gabriel and I will start our pregnancy class!  I’m pretty excited about this.  And the third thing that happens next week, which is the best part of all, is the one year anniversary of when Gabriel and I officially started dating!  I think we both knew right from the start that we would someday get married, but I don’t know that either of us imagined that we’d be so blessed in the coming year.  I know I never in my dreams thought I would be 4 months pregnant on the one year anniversary of beginning this beautiful, God-ordained relationship.  I love my best friend.

I haven’t written since before Christmas, so let me just fill you in on a few events.  Our first Christmas together was the best one I’ve ever had.  Knowing that it would probably be the only Christmas we’d ever have with it being just the two of us, I soaked it in as best as I could.  It was a very white Christmas, blizzardly in fact.  But it was so beautiful.  We sat together by the tree and I watched the snow falling outside while Gabriel read aloud about the birth of Jesus.  Opening presents was a lot of fun.  Then Gabe cooked an amazing breakfast and our friend Cory came over to eat with us.  Cory, being an experienced driver during snow storms, drove the 3 of us to the park, where the boys played a couple hours of disc golf in a foot of snow and 30 mph winds.  Crazy? Yeah maybe.  But it was awesome.  The rest of the day was gloriously lazy as we watched Milo & Otis and took an afternoon nap.

My parents came a couple days later, which I was really excited about, and spent the day with us on Sunday.  After church, we ate at Aladdin’s and later had dinner at Jazz Louisiana Restaurant (live music).  The OneThing conference was also that week, but I only made it for 2 of the days because of work.  There were 20,000 people there.  On New Year’s Day, Gabe and I spent the day watching football with my parents and finished off the day with dinner at our favorite Mexican restaurant on Main Street.

As you may have noticed, I started a “Recipes” page.  It will be slow in coming because I haven’t been cooking/baking a lot lately, but I still wanted to have a place to share the recipes I’ve discovered or created.  Feel free to check it out!

This picture was taken last week.

12/29/09 = 15weeks

A Sofa and the Spirit

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!!

Follow

Get every new post delivered to your Inbox.