There were a few questions regarding my last post.
If you were thinking that...
...I'm enjoying naptime just as much (if not more) than Caleb is...
or that
...Caleb has no idea how much his world is going to change next April...
or that
...Caleb's brother or sister is the size of a kidney bean and has webbed fingers and toes...
or that
...we're really excited about expecting our second child...
...then you would be correct!
Showing posts with label pregnancy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label pregnancy. Show all posts
Monday, August 31, 2009
Thursday, May 22, 2008
Pregnancy Update
Since most people want to hear and/or ask this question, I'll go ahead and answer it. Yes, I'm still pregnant. And he's definitely still kicking--especially right now!
Evidently the common practice around here is for doctor's to induce labor at 41 weeks. According to some estimations, I hit the 41 week mark today. So why am I still pregnant? Because I like to ask too many questions, I guess. We had a battery of tests done today. An ultrasound showing good levels of amniotic fluid (and a baby somewhere between 7 and 9 pounds). A non-stress test showing a responsive baby. A mom's body not ready to go into labor yet. So I had to ask the question: If the baby's healthy but not ready for birth, why should we induce? I could go on to rant about the reaction we received for even asking the question, but I'll refrain. Instead, I'm trying to focus on the facts as I see them. One, the God I know, who created and sustains the world and this little guy, is in charge. Two, I do not need to fear that I am thwarting God's perfect plan by asking such questions or that waiting 3 more days will harm my baby. If I had chosen to live in fear, I would have been a basketcase throughout this pregnancy. Three, I will give birth...eventually.
If I do not go into labor by Sunday night, we'll be heading to the hospital to start the induction process. In light of that, here's how I'm praying: 1) that God's will would be done in this situation (and in my mind and heart) as it is done in heaven--perfectly, immediately, without doubt 2) that I'd trust the God of the universe to continue his perfect provision, no matter what happens 3) that God would continue to give this baby life and (practice) breath and everything else he needs 4) that I'd go into labor naturally before Sunday night and 5) that if I do need to be induced, I wouldn't fear the worst.
Evidently the common practice around here is for doctor's to induce labor at 41 weeks. According to some estimations, I hit the 41 week mark today. So why am I still pregnant? Because I like to ask too many questions, I guess. We had a battery of tests done today. An ultrasound showing good levels of amniotic fluid (and a baby somewhere between 7 and 9 pounds). A non-stress test showing a responsive baby. A mom's body not ready to go into labor yet. So I had to ask the question: If the baby's healthy but not ready for birth, why should we induce? I could go on to rant about the reaction we received for even asking the question, but I'll refrain. Instead, I'm trying to focus on the facts as I see them. One, the God I know, who created and sustains the world and this little guy, is in charge. Two, I do not need to fear that I am thwarting God's perfect plan by asking such questions or that waiting 3 more days will harm my baby. If I had chosen to live in fear, I would have been a basketcase throughout this pregnancy. Three, I will give birth...eventually.
If I do not go into labor by Sunday night, we'll be heading to the hospital to start the induction process. In light of that, here's how I'm praying: 1) that God's will would be done in this situation (and in my mind and heart) as it is done in heaven--perfectly, immediately, without doubt 2) that I'd trust the God of the universe to continue his perfect provision, no matter what happens 3) that God would continue to give this baby life and (practice) breath and everything else he needs 4) that I'd go into labor naturally before Sunday night and 5) that if I do need to be induced, I wouldn't fear the worst.
Friday, May 16, 2008
Still Here
Just a few things I heard at work today...I suppose yesterday at this time.
"You're still here?"
"Mrs. R, aren't you going to have your baby today?"
"Mrs. R, isn't your due date today?"
"Mrs. R, what if you go into labor during class?"
"Today's the day, right?"
"You're still here?"
Yep. Still alive and kickin'. Gotta love estimated due dates.
"You're still here?"
"Mrs. R, aren't you going to have your baby today?"
"Mrs. R, isn't your due date today?"
"Mrs. R, what if you go into labor during class?"
"Today's the day, right?"
"You're still here?"
Yep. Still alive and kickin'. Gotta love estimated due dates.
Saturday, May 10, 2008
Self-Consumed
I'm tired of it--of being self-consumed with thoughts about the baby growing inside of me, the baby room's organization, the lesson plans I need to leave behind, my own tiredness, when this baby will come, the chores I'd like to do before he comes, when I'll actually be able to sleep, and a myriad of other random, but consuming thoughts all concerned with me, myself, my pregnancy, and I. At this point, these things don't even cause me stress because I've done all I can do for the time being. But I can't stop thinking about pregnancy-related things. What if I give birth on this day? Why does my hip seem to be out of its socket? If I walk faster now, will it induce labor? If I walk everyday, will it make labor go faster? etc. etc. If nothing else, this self-centeredness has me ready to deliver this baby. I suppose giving birth won't change the all-consuming aspect of life; it'll just change the focus from my belly to a baby. At least that's what I've heard--that babies take up a lot of time and energy.
So far the best way I've found to deal with my self-centeredness is to start thanking God. This inevitably leads me to think of the world outside of my prego world, which then leads me to prayer. God, may you open my eyes and heart to see the world as you see it. May I value the things you value. May my mind and heart be set on you alone.
So far the best way I've found to deal with my self-centeredness is to start thanking God. This inevitably leads me to think of the world outside of my prego world, which then leads me to prayer. God, may you open my eyes and heart to see the world as you see it. May I value the things you value. May my mind and heart be set on you alone.
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
What's in a name?
"What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet." This is the famous quote from Act 2 Scene 2 of Romeo and Juliet in which Juliet justifies and excuses herself for falling in love with one of her family’s enemies—a Montague. What she’s saying is that it doesn’t matter what his name is; it doesn’t matter that her parents wouldn’t trust him with her life or that the Capulets and Montagues have reputations for not getting along. What matters is that she’s known him for a few short hours, and in that time he’s proven that he “kisses by the book” and can give a fair compliment (“But soft, what light through yonder window breaks?/ It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.”). He’s proven that he can make her heart flutter and her lips tingle. No, his name doesn’t matter.
Obviously, I disagree. Names do matter. I go by Deborah because I think Debbie sounds ditzy (and I don’t want to give the wrong impression) and Deb makes me think of someone generations older than I am. (Besides that fact, Deb also reminds me of a girl named Wi from Thailand that continually called me Debdeb, and so anytime someone calls me Deb I have a reverberating “Debdeb” fly through my head.) Of course this discussion of names and roses quickly turns into a highly theoretical discussion. Would we have girls walking around with the name “Turnip” if someone had decided to call a sweet-smelling flower by that name instead of “rose”? However the origins of various words come about, words and names do have meanings. And that is why “Rose” is a girl’s name and “Turnip” is not.
Just think of all the meanings associated with the names of God. Immanuel. Messiah. I Am. Creator. Almighty. Lord. Master. Savior. Prince. Son. Name above all names.
Lately my homeroom students have been pestering me about what we’ll name our son. Since we’ve decided not to disclose the name until we know for sure that he’s a boy, I don’t tell them the actual name. But it sure is fun to see their reactions to names like Eusebius, Erasmus, and Tybalt. Their reactions somewhat prove my point.
Obviously, I disagree. Names do matter. I go by Deborah because I think Debbie sounds ditzy (and I don’t want to give the wrong impression) and Deb makes me think of someone generations older than I am. (Besides that fact, Deb also reminds me of a girl named Wi from Thailand that continually called me Debdeb, and so anytime someone calls me Deb I have a reverberating “Debdeb” fly through my head.) Of course this discussion of names and roses quickly turns into a highly theoretical discussion. Would we have girls walking around with the name “Turnip” if someone had decided to call a sweet-smelling flower by that name instead of “rose”? However the origins of various words come about, words and names do have meanings. And that is why “Rose” is a girl’s name and “Turnip” is not.
Just think of all the meanings associated with the names of God. Immanuel. Messiah. I Am. Creator. Almighty. Lord. Master. Savior. Prince. Son. Name above all names.
Lately my homeroom students have been pestering me about what we’ll name our son. Since we’ve decided not to disclose the name until we know for sure that he’s a boy, I don’t tell them the actual name. But it sure is fun to see their reactions to names like Eusebius, Erasmus, and Tybalt. Their reactions somewhat prove my point.
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