20 weeks

I am officially 20 weeks along today! Now, at the halfway mark, it does seem like it has gone by quickly so far. If I could ask my 8-weeks-along self if it were going by quickly, I'm sure I would say no. :) That is one blessing from the move, that it's keeping me very preoccupied! I did tell Sean the other day, in a moment of weakness, that I am ready to feel normal again! You just feel weird and different when you are pregnant; there are so many little things that are minor discomforts, and sometimes painful symptoms, but not usually life-threatening. I have been having trouble with carpal tunnel, and tingliness in my hands and feet, partly due to retaining water,  partly due to circulation issues because your blood volume increases by 50%, and exacerbated by the heat we have experienced this summer-- high 90's for weeks in a row, without the afternoon thunderstorms that cool things off and display God's awesomeness. :) That is one thing I will miss about living here, the amazing weather! We do not have air conditioning, which I acknowledge is a luxury, and our house has gotten up to 89 degrees inside several times, only 5 or 10 degrees cooler than outside. There is no way I am even thinking about turning the oven on. (Now I understand the "yay, it's winter, I can bake again" sentiment. I never got it before.) I've been trying to drink lots of water.... and have resorted to going to Target or Barnes and Noble (with a Lego play area!) a few times, anything to get some cool air.

At my OB appointment today, I got weighed and blood-pressured and we got to hear the baby's heartbeat-- in the 150's, normal and good. It's been interesting to me (I've been treasuring these things in my heart) that each nurse/midwife I've seen has remarked how perfect and healthy this pregnancy is-- everything from my fundal height (top of the uterus), to the baby's heartbeat, to blood-test results. Maybe they say that fairly often, and I am just sensitive to the fact that it's not a given: positive pregnancy test, pregnancy, baby. Or maybe God is just blessing the socks off this new little baby before he/she is even born! At any rate, I am extremely grateful for each good report received.

It's weird to be concerned about not gaining enough weight! I have only gained about 5 lbs, and should be in the eight- to 11-pound range. Not a huge concern, but the midwife did recommend upping my calories a little bit, to shoot for 2300 a day; and to eat five to six smaller meals, not three big ones. Your digestive track (or is it tract?) slows down during pregnancy, probably so you can absorb as many nutrients as possible, but it can also result in less-pleasant side-effects. Ahem. And of course if you're not getting enough calories total, that can affect weight gain. My blood pressure was pretty low, 106/52, but she said that was normal for the second trimester. I usually have pretty low blood pressure anyway. I guess the real concern is high blood pressure.

Sean says he has felt kicks! The ones I feel from the inside are getting stronger and stronger! That helps it sink in for me that there's a real baby, a distinctly unique human being, in there. We may be able to find out tomorrow, if the baby cooperates, whether it is a boy or girl. It's not a 100% satisfaction guaranteed proposition, determining baby's sex by ultrasound, but usually it can be pretty definitive. :) Will Caleb retain his title as Only Male Grandchild On Both Sides??? Or will there be TWO Allen men-in-the-making? (Sean and I were talking the other day, prompted by a Focus on the Family broadcast about parenting teenagers (yikes!), and we decided we are going to see our children as men and women in the making, for that is the goal and the eventual reality, Lord willing!)

I will be sure to post what we find out tomorrow. :)

We leave the Springs in less than a week. I'm trying not to think about it, and trying not to fret about all the loose ends remaining. Christina encouraged me yesterday when sharing about her own endeavors to "choose joy" in the midst of a stretching season. There's always a choice... and right now, I am going to choose to take a nap! We have been staying up late recently and it is taking a toll.

Here's a 20-week picture! I have only taken a few of them this time around (something about having a toddler and a pending move and just being plain busy!). I was thinking I should try and include Caleb in the photos, as proof that I'm not recycling photos from my first pregnancy! ;) I'm grateful to have a pair of regular shorts that still fit. Some shirts still work, like this blue one... while others have been relegated to the back of the closet for now. Only 20 more weeks or so before we meet this new little person! I'm going to try and enjoy the journey, i.e. not complain about pregnancy discomforts and instead count my blessings.

I would be remiss if I didn't include a gratuitous shot of Caleb. I love him more and more each day! I'm so glad God gives you this overwhelming affection for your children. They need that buffer when they are in a particularly challenging season. :) Little goofball. His new skills are 1) jumping with both feet simultaneously, 2) singing along to the ABC song or Jesus Loves Me, 3) using possessives like "my turn" or "Mommy's feet," and 4) getting up onto Mommy and Daddy's bed all by himself. He will be two in less than six weeks!!!

Talk soon,

M

Why I walked away from Facebook

Well, I finally did it. I deactivated my Facebook account on July 17, 2012. Deactivating is not as permanent as deleting, but it is enough for me.

I needed to. I've known I needed to for some time now, but I didn't have the guts-- or the self-discipline?-- to do so. It was becoming almost addictive, the urge to check "just for a minute" and see what was new. I was starting to think in status-update format. I was becoming discontent, comparing my life to other people's. I was letting myself get distracted in the middle of tasks during weekends, so much so that Sean asked if I could refrain from hopping on Facebook at every little lull in our day. I was even feeling a little too exposed, self-inflicted of course, but exposed to the world in a way that is no longer appealing. In general, I don't really like being the center of attention, so why would I share with almost 500 people my random thoughts?? It just doesn't make sense any more.

Let me clarify a point: I don't think Facebook is evil, or always a waste of time. I love seeing pictures of my friends' kids and families; I love sharing about Caleb's activities; I love the ease and accessibility for staying in touch with people and even planning group events. What I don't love, however, is the waste of time it can become. It's a matter of "good, better, best" for me. At this point, I have decided that it is "better" to step away and remove at least one distraction from my life. There's still the big old Internet to wrestle with, but I'm okay with that (can't really get away from it, because it's so darn useful for looking up information in the phonebooks-all-but-obsolete era).

There are so many things I want to try, to learn, to do! I am starting to realize those things may never happen if I am squandering my life away, 15 minutes or an hour at a time, vegging on other people's updates. It adds up, and I am turning off the slow leak and tightening up the faucet to free up more time for other pursuits!

I want to learn to compost and start a garden. I want to read more, good brain-growing books about substantial topics, not just fiction (though that is enjoyable too). I want to sew more, maybe even to the point of it becoming a source of income. I want to write more, create more, plan ahead more. I want to learn how to make my own tortillas and pita bread and experiment with new foods. I want to be more focused, more efficient, and really work hard when I'm working.... as well as play hard when it's time to play, instead of sneaking in (guiltily) my reading of blogs or Web-surfing as a procrastination when I am supposed to be working.

After we move, I plan on working through Tsh Oxenreider's book, One Bite at a Time: 52 Projects for Making Life Simpler. Sean and I already do some of the projects, like make a monthly budget (#28), use the envelope system [taking out cash for variable expenses like food, haircuts, etc.] (#48), plan your menus (#5), cook staples from scratch (#26), and make a debt-free plan (#2). But there are many I'd like to incorporate into our lives, like.... create a family tradition (#46), eat locally (#43), streamline your mail [a big frustration for me!!] (#8),  plan weekly meetings with your spouse (#13), and schedule regular date nights [something we are really bad at] (#16). I think it will be fun to document our progress over the coming months. I don't know yet if I will try to put a time deadline on myself. I'm certainly not going to try for completing one project a week-- some may take longer than a week, some shorter, but I want it to remain fun and motivating, not a depressing chore to slog through the entire list on some self-imposed timetable where I get discouraged if I can't keep up. I also plan on switching things up and NOT going in order! Hopefully my Type A-ness can handle that. :) I know that life happens; things come at us that we didn't anticipate and we have to compensate. Even things you know are coming can throw you for a loop, i.e. new baby. :) But I also know that hard things are often the most rewarding.

I think I'm getting better at focusing already! I refrained from checking my e-mail during the entirety of the creation of this post, even though I could see the (1) on my e-mail tab beckoning to me, Read me!!! Open me!!! Life will not be complete until you have no new messages!

Um, not true. That's another thing I'm going to work on at some point... Project #27: streamline your e-mail. No need to check it 20 times a day. That too can feel almost like an addiction. When I start this particular project, I'm going to try twice a day, so I really "have time" to answer things instead of just reading them and not responding.

I will keep you posted! Look forward to more blog posts in the future-- my minimum goal is a monthly synopsis of our family's adventures, but I'm pretty sure I will be posting more frequently, now that I will have more time at my disposal. It's so liberating already!!

Talk soon. :)
M

Baby journal-- April/June 2012

Since we didn't share our news for the longest time, here is a weekly recap. :) I wrote a little bit each week as it happened, so it would be in-the-moment fresh.


Easter Sunday:
Expected period did not arrive. I'm a little incredulous and hesitant-- maybe it's just a day or two late. We weren't trying!! In fact I wanted to NOT try to conceive! Once it was a week late, I figured I must be pregnant. Nausea pretty much confirmed it. Still no period at about five weeks from LMP.


6 weeks (4/18): 
Still in denial! Haven't taken a test yet, because then I might fret more. That strategy seems to be working-- I keep forgetting I'm pregnant. Seems very surreal.


7 weeks (4/28): 
Well, I'm about 7 1/2 weeks along, and feeling pretty nauseous pretty regularly. I've only thrown up twice so far, though!

Predominant thought: I don't want to go through this again!!

Having had two miscarriages definitely impacts my perspective. This time around, I am trying to shift my thinking from, "Man, this stinks, feeling bad all the time," to "Thank you, God, for the opportunity to carry this life for one more day." There is no guarantee for tomorrow, even if you've never had a miscarriage, even if you give birth to a perfectly healthy baby (or babies)-- something could happen at any time, to any of us. God has numbered every person's days, and He is all-powerful and completely wise and good. He knows how many hairs are on our heads. We can trust Him with all the unknowns, trust Him with the future that He has already planned out. He has already arrived there! (Not sure how theologically accurate that statement is, since He transcends time... but the intent is that there is no time or place where He is not.) We don't have to fret over what might happen, because He is present there, overseeing it all with His tender gaze. Wow, what a thought.

Only a few weeks until my first OB appointment (they like to schedule the first visit for between 10-12 weeks), and then a few more weeks until we will be past the first trimester, which should mean everything will be okay. Again, there are no guarantees and I am trying to guard my expectations.

After all, I know now that you can feel pregnant-- nausea, growing tummy, fatigue-- even when the baby is no longer healthy. I know now to wait to announce the good news publicly until after at least the first ultrasound. I know now that God's ways are not my ways. I know now that He still loves me and loves each and every little one conceived in every womb. I know now that He brings comfort in anguish and grief and loss.

My mind is full of questions about this pregnancy, but I am choosing to not obsess over them, because they are impossible questions. Is it God's will for us to keep this baby? Will we be able to meet this little one this side of Heaven? Why did He choose for me to get pregnant now, when I wanted to wait before trying again? (That one is more easily deciphered-- perhaps He wants to grow my trust in Him and force me to let go of my fears of losing another baby.) What about foster care? We thought that was God's plan for us for now, after the last miscarriage in February. We were obedient to pursue it, even though we were pregnant, then the miscarriage happened and it seemed to make sense. The Dept. of Human Services won't even certify pregnant couples for full-time foster care. Because God is knitting a baby in me now, not due to our "trying to conceive," why would He potentially let it die? Will He let it die? I know I can't use my own logic to figure out God's purposes. It could drive me crazy trying to make sense of this.

I have to come back to the thoughts in the paragraph above: He is all-powerful and completely wise and good... He is present everywhere, overseeing it all with His tender gaze.


I don't have a lot of answers, just faith; and some time to endure before it will become more clear. Until then, I thank God for each day, and thank Him for the little things.

8 weeks (5/2):
It's hard to believe you can be more than halfway through the first trimester and still not sure if you should get excited. My first appointment will be on May 10th (eight days!), but that's just a paperwork appointment, no ultrasound. I think at that appointment I can schedule my first ultrasound (do you have any openings for "ASAP"?). Each day there is no bleeding, I take that as a good sign. Not a guarantee, but one of the few outwardly-observable measures of how a pregnancy's doing. Still feeling nauseous and exhausted, so that is good. With the first miscarriage, I suddenly felt normal one day, and started miscarrying shortly after. I know I am more easily irritated at Caleb's childishness than I would otherwise be, from sheer fatigue. I have gotten pretty annoyed at how often he has dropped heavy things on my toes the last few days! He's not being malicious, he just brings me a board book or a truck, and can't keep his grip on it.

Right now I'm using precious nap time to write instead of rest! ... I have a short attention span, so I just checked Google Reader and looked at some blogs, taking a break from writing one. Geez, how do I ever get anything done? One thing I want to change in my habits is spending the first hour of Caleb's nap surfing the Web, mostly a waste of time. Today I did look up "how to braid challah" and found a video, which took about 10 minutes total... The rest was not super profitable. Browsing "news" on Yahoo is not what I consider profitable, yet I keep doing it because I must enjoy the opportunity to veg and not think about anything important. I really need to be more disciplined. :)

One other thought that's been weighing on my mind recently: the further along you are, the more traumatic a "pregnancy loss"-- both physically and emotionally. ER visits are not convenient. Major cramping is quite painful. Losing a child, even from the womb, is devastating. Yet God is holy and perfect and all-powerful and good. We can know that whatever He allows is for a purpose-- and we can know that the suffering now, in the waiting, is for a purpose. Maybe I am just weak, but I consider waiting a form of trial. Surely not as severe as other types of suffering, but still a taste of it. Waiting is hard for us (me?). I wonder how many times the Word exhorts us to wait. Wait for what? Wait on the Lord.

9 weeks (5/9):
Well, my OB appointment has now been cancelled and rescheduled twice, with a current date of next Tuesday,  May 15th. I really was doing okay with the waiting! I felt almost completely peaceful about it. Then to get a call the morning of my 3 p.m. appointment (May 10th) with the news that my provider was sick; big bummer but "okay, I can take this in stride." I decided to take the gamble of rescheduling for the next day at 8 a.m., even though she might still be sick. Well, the next day I dropped off Caleb with Christina at 7:30 a.m. (a big feat to get out the door that early, I think, even though I had told her I'd be there at 7:15-- this pregnant lady does not like to get moving before, say, 9 a.m., especially with nausea, fatigue, and a sick-and-needing-attention hubby still in bed at home today...) and headed to the clinic 20 minutes away. As I was pulling into the parking lot, I looked at my phone and saw I had a voicemail. Please let it be Sean. It was Melanie at the clinic, very apologetic that she had just found out when she arrived for the day that this nurse is still out... and she's the only person at this particular clinic who does intake appointments (what they call the preliminary paperwork appointment). She tried, but wasn't able to reach anyone at Evans, the Army hospital at the far south end of town, the only other military OB option, to see if they had any openings that day. Welp, at least I can pick up the paperwork packet and not have to come early next time. I did, and rescheduled the appointment for next Tuesday-- by then I will be almost 10 weeks along. Just four more days to wait. It could either be no sweat, or very challenging! I figure, God saw that I was exercising some trust in Him, so he upped the ante so I could grow even more. A few more reps, at a higher weight, builds more muscle, right?

Speaking of weights... I was reading a pregnancy book recently and was struck with the urgency of working out more--okay, at all-- by phrases like "bounce back," "smoother labor and delivery," and "toned muscles." Just like with Caleb, this first trimester I have struggled with intense fatigue, often crashing right after dinner, and taking a nap or a rest every day during his naptime. But, with the looming fright of a potentially-difficult L and D, I mustered up the energy to go for a 30-minute walk yesterday (5/10). It was absolutely gorgeous outside-- 80 degrees, sunny, puffy clouds, green grass, whispering trees. It was great, and I didn't feel too worn out afterward, either. I did take a killer nap when we got back, but hey, maybe being a little more active will help me sleep better. (I've been having really weird dreams lately! And hip pain. And heartburn.) I already feel better about my decision to start exercising more consistently, knowing that 1) I will gain weight at a safer rate if I am exercising, 2) toned muscles help improve your posture, especially with all the weird things that are going on inside you, and 3) it prepares your body for the stamina it will need to deliver that baby! I don't have a Y membership for nothing! In fact, I plan to go for a walk when Caleb wakes up.

That's the physical status report... emotionally, I know I am out of whack because I cried at a "military spouse appreciation day" e-mail.

10 weeks (5/16):
Well, my OB appointment happened!!! I was able to meet with the nurse who was sick last week, and she felt so bad about having to cancel that she managed to grovel with the sonographer lady and squeeze me in for a little ultrasound! This is what I had the privilege of seeing:

A healthy, living baby with two little arms and two little legs-- and the cutest feet! His/her heartbeat was 179, healthy and good, right in the normal range. I must admit I was pretty surprised to see a healthy baby inside me. I was all but ready for the sonographer to say, "There's nothing in there."

But God was gracious in more ways than one! I wasn't expecting an ultrasound at that appointment. In fact, I have a longer 50-minute appointment now scheduled for May 21st where they do lots of lovely stuff involved with an "OB physical" (including something that rhymes with map beer, hate those). So not only do we have a healthy wee one, we got to see it! Well, I got to see it. Sean was at work. God could have made me wait until the 21st, and that would have been okay. But the wait was mercifully shortened, and I can even be thankful for the initial cancellations since they might have had a tiny part in my nurse's sympathy.

11 weeks (5/23)
I worked out with my friend Christina today at the YMCA-- about an hour of weights, woo hoo! I have been easily light-headed lately, especially when I don't drink enough water. It felt good to strength train! We (Sean and Cameron and I) did a 10k last Saturday! I felt very tired most of the way, but didn't push myself too hard. I had only run a couple times in the several weeks prior to the race. When I felt tired or out of breath, I walked. The first four miles were uphill, so I figured it would have been a challenge even if I weren't pregnant. They guys were super-awesome studs and stayed with me for most of it. I had them go on ahead when I had to walk after the first 20+ minutes, then when they reached the turn-around point and were heading down while I was still heading up, they stayed with me for the rest of the race. It was a lot of fun!! We got to talk and joke and hang out. We went to Panera afterward for something hot, since it had rained and hailed shortly after we finished the race! We got a little wet running to our cars. God was very gracious to cause the rain to hold off until after we were finished!

I was very happy to realize recently that I have not been nauseous much at all lately!! Just very, very, very tired. Naps are essential! When I don't lie down during Caleb's nap, I seem to barely make it through dinner and have trouble getting up from the couch. All I want to do is sit and do nothing. But we are so thankful there is a healthy baby inside me!! It is hard to believe. I can't wait to start feeling kicks. It's also hard to believe there are only two more weeks left in the first trimester! We are looking forward to telling friends and extended family. Still haven't reached Sean's brother and sister-in-law in Italy!

12 weeks (5/30)
Well, we have made it to this milestone, where supposedly the risk of miscarriage goes WAY down. That is pretty exciting! And still surreal to me. Anything can still happen, I know, and I also know that God is completely in control. But I am thankful for today. Each day that nothing happens is a good day. A small part of me still isn't ready to get totally behind the idea of being pregnant-- which is weird, putting it that way.  It doesn't matter if I "get behind the idea," because it is a reality whether I believe it or not! I wonder when I will stop wondering. Maybe never. Maybe once you have something bad happen, you are more aware of the everyday possibilities. We shouldn't let fear paralyze us or steal our joy, but it does sober you to realize that really painful, really hard things can and do happen in our lives, or our friends' or family members' lives. I do want to enjoy and appreciate each day, each moment, as much as I can. We shouldn't assume we can control our circumstances or other people.

I guess I just have to assume everything is okay unless 1) one of those miscarriage "signs" shows up, at which point I call the doctor and/or go to an ER, and until 2) my 20-week ultrasound, only about 8 weeks away (which is also the gender-revealing ultrasound, WOW).

I am also wondering if the second-trimester energy has hit early! We went camping last weekend over Memorial Day, and though I was tired during the trip and a few days after we got back, today I have been cleaning and putting things away and folding and washing and baking all day long, and am still feeling good at 3 pm! I think I will lie down at least for a little while, before Caleb wakes up, just to make sure I have enough energy for the rest of the afternoon and evening.

13 weeks (6/6):
My jeans are starting to get uncomfortably tight! That's a good sign, I think... even though it means I will soon enter the no-(wo)man's land of "none of my clothes fit right." Maternity clothes are still too big; regular clothes are too small. Oh well. Definitely not going to complain about making it this far! I still think about it as "making it to __ weeks." I bought some gummy prenatal vitamins, which is the best invention EVER! Who ever thought a nauseous pregnant lady could stomach a huge horse pill that makes you more nauseous after you take it? They are humongous. So I wasn't very good about making myself take them, hoping that a healthy diet would be enough (I think I took a total of 3 during the first trimester). Now I can still eat healthy AND get some vitamin reinforcements. Bought Caleb some gummy bear vitamins too... and I keep catching Sean eating them like candy.

14-15 weeks (6/25):
I'm just now starting to maybe look a little bit pregnant. But not to the point where anyone would say something-- anyone with good manners, at least! I'm looking forward to my 16-week appointment, where I will hopefully get to hear the baby's heartbeat with a Doppler device and talk to the midwife. I've gained about 4 pounds total so far, right on track. I've been working out somewhat consistently (2-3 times a week), but do have trouble with lightheadedness when I do weights. I just drink lots of water and take lots of breaks. Christina and her husband Wes are in the process of adopting a baby boy, so she won't be able to be my Y partner anymore. Sad for me, amazingly awesome for them. Little Josiah was born on June 20th and I am so happy for them!!!!

Present
Well... I'm now at almost 19 weeks and feeling pretty normal, just tired a lot. I think the pregnancy symptoms are less shocking, having done this before. I'm not surprised when they show up, and they have been pretty mild so far. I've been feeling kicks the last few weeks, and they are getting more frequent. Sean has yet to feel them from the outside, sadly. Soon! My 16-week appointment went really well. Caleb and I got to hear the baby's heartbeat (in the 160's, normal and good), and my provider even let Caleb "try." He was lifting his shirt and saying, "belly? belly?" so she put the Doppler device over his heart and we heard his heartbeat! I'm always grateful when people are kind to my son. :) 


I have one more regular check-up before our PCS... and dun duh duh... THE ultrasound where we find out the baby's sex will be on July 26th!!! That happens to be one of the days we will have packers at our house... but that was the only available appointment until mid-August, so I took it. Hopefully we can find someone to watch our house (and Caleb!) for a couple hours while we go to the appointment at Evans an hour away. Super exciting. I think less and less about something bad happening to the baby. It still doesn't seem real that we will have another child in our lives soon. Maybe after the ultrasound when we know whether it'll be a boy or a girl it will sink in. I catch myself saying, "after the baby's born..." just like "after we move..." but neither of those seem real yet. Probably some time after they happen it will finally register.

Changes...

We've had some big changes in our family lately, and I'm not sure I've shared them with everyone, so here goes!

On May 15th, we got to see an ultrasound of a healthy, wiggly 9-week old baby in my tummy.

On May 21st, we got notified that we are PCSing to California this August.

New baby, new move, all in one week! I have a separate post journaling my thoughts on the pregnancy each week (shocked! scared! frustrated! cautiously optimistic! waiting! thrilled!), and will post that soon. I am currently about 19 weeks along, and feeling kicks more and more now! It's been a ride. I'll save the rest for the actual baby post. :)

On the other "big news" front, we will be moving in about two weeks. The last several weeks since we found out have flown by, as I knew they would. We are making progress on nailing things down-- we have a house to rent in Santa Maria, we have scheduled the packers to come-- but we still have some big items to finish: the back patio project that's about 43% complete :), finding renters for our home here in Colorado, etc. I am working at trusting God with the details, trusting Him to give us wisdom in doing our part in accomplishing those things. We are thankful for God's provision in so many ways. It will be an adventure, for sure.

It's very bittersweet to be leaving Colorado. It's our first home in our married life, the place Caleb was born, where we bought our first house, where many of our dear friends are, where beautiful mountains surround us. We love it here, and it has truly become "home." We know God has new plans for us, but it's okay to grieve the loss of a good thing, too. Colorado has been a very good thing for us.

I am excited about the trip to California-- we plan to stop by a few scenic locations along the way! I have wanted to see Arches National Park near Moab, Utah for a long time-- since we got married, really. I did a report on the park in sixth grade (which we realized recently was 15 years ago! yikes), and it's always kind of stuck with me as a place I'd like to see someday. We didn't stop by on our way from California to Colorado three years ago after we got married.... so now we are going to go see it! The other scenic place we plan on seeing is Maroon Bells, Sean's big dream. :) He really, really wanted to do a four-day backpack trip this summer along a 28-mile trail called Four Pass Loop, but it never worked out. Maroon Bells is a group of peaks that are "among the most-photographed scenes in Colorado." If you see a picture of Colorado, it's probably Maroon Bells. So we are going to spend our first night of the roadtrip in Aspen, CO, which is near Maroon Bells... and our second night near Arches. Very exciting. We'll see how Caleb does with all the driving!

So our life right now is quite busy and different! I am so glad to have my little (growing) family with me. God has been very good to us, in the midst of trials and challenges. He is always there, always faithful, always good.

Run!

Today's forecast: 60's and mostly sunny; 100% chance of run in the afternoon.

We did it! Caleb and I went for a run... though I must say he gets the easy end of the deal. :) It was really windy, the kind of wind that snatches the breath out of your throat and causes temporary panic. It was also the type of wind that provides significant resistance! For precisely that reason, I chose to alter my Bullet out-and-back route by turning right instead of going straight down Bullet Road. When it's really windy and you're running outside, you know one half of your run will be pretty much miserable, and the other half will be a breeze (ha). You'll feel like you're flying when the wind is at your back. Well, I didn't want to start out with a miserably slow first half. So we turned right and had a cross-wind, somewhat challenging but not impossible to deal with. It was lovely! Overcast and windy, but not freezing! It was a great time. Here's how it went, in minutes.

1:45 -- starting to feel warmed up, muscles are remembering what they are supposed to do

4:45 -- tired legs, they remember too well!

10:10 -- rounding the final corner for the home stretch

12:45 -- done!

I consider this a smashing success. No collapsing strollers, no injuries, no walking, no tears of defeat. It was good. I am thankful for days like today where things actually go okay.

I'm considering signing up for the Bolder Boulder, supposedly the second-largest race in the US. I thought I saw that stat on the web site, but now I can't find it (it's always good to verify your facts...). This year's race is going to be on May 28, 2012, Memorial Day! That is 96 days from now, plenty of time to work up to a 10k. :) We'll have to see if Sean wants to make it happen. Boulder's a couple hours from here, and we might need to stay there the night before since the race starts first thing in the morning. I think it would be fun! Sean and I did a couple 10k's last summer and it was a great experience each time. We shall see! (No strollers allowed at the BB, so we'll have to figure that out.)

Until next time.... walk in grace!

On grand entrances

Today was going to be the day. Projected high of 48 degrees, plenty warm outside. Energy, motivation, and free time were all mine. Today was the day I was going to start running again!

I have missed running-- the endorphins, the fresh air, the permission to eat more freely (not the least significant benefit, in my mind!). Pregnancy nausea and winter weather had made it all but impossible to run outside, which I vastly prefer to running inside. I have been feeling better recently, and it was such a warm (relatively) day, that I decided I would get down the jogging stroller off its hook in the garage, bundle up Caleb, lace up my running shoes, and go for it. Even if it was destined to be a short jaunt, I was okay with that. My goal was to make it all the way down Bullet Road (about a mile out from our house) and back. If I had to walk partway, and I was pretty certain I would need to, I was okay with that too.

Well, I got as far as the driveway. Caleb was a little red-jacketed Michelin man strapped into the jogger. I had inhaler, phone, and garage clicker in hand. We started walking down our driveway, which boasts a fairly steep slope. I guess I had not securely locked the jogger into place, because it started collapsing as we went down the driveway. I am SO thankful Caleb was not harmed. He just sat there on top as it folded down on itself, probably a little flummoxed that he was so close to the ground. I, however, did not escape without injury. Somehow I managed to whack my shin pretty good on the jogger as I tried to catch it without falling down the hill, hard enough to create a lump and a deep gouge. It didn't bleed much, but as I looked at it I didn't think it would be wise to try and run on it.

I managed to get the jogger upright and locked into place with Caleb still in it, and gingerly conveyed it and my throbbing leg back up the driveway. I took Caleb inside, removed his jackets and hat and shoes moments after putting them all on, and got some ice for my leg. I must admit I cried a little as I sat there holding a towel-covered bag of ice to my leg, mostly from the frustrated hopes of not getting to go outside and run, partly from the pain. Why does everything have to be so difficult? It would be easy to get inordinately upset over this kind of disappointment. I think it drives home the point that there are trials of all shapes and sizes (and outcomes). It might be a miscarriage-- been there, doing that-- it might be a job loss; it might be a broken pencil or a paper cut or a loved one's death or a thwarted plan-of-the-day.

I am so glad God's plans are never thwarted! I know that you can do all things; no purpose of yours can be thwarted. (Job 42:2) He is the only one who can definitively, authoritatively "say the word" and guarantee that it will happen exactly as He planned it. That is a comforting thought, even with a bruised shin and a disappointing lack-of-run this afternoon. As Sean comforted me, there's always tomorrow! Stay tuned for the next chapter in my up-and-down-and-all-over saga. :)

In the grip of His grace

Do not be anxious for anything, but in everything, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God.  And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.  Philippians 4:6-7

All of the verses throughout this story are ones I have committed to memory in the last several months.  At the time, I didn't know I would need them the way I do now.  God has been bringing them to mind throughout each day, and they are such a comfort.  Here’s the full story, starting last fall.

THE FIRST CHAPTER

For you, O Lord, are my hope, my trust, O Lord, from my youth.  Psalm 71:5

In October 2011, I had what is called an “early miscarriage.”  We had taken a pregnancy test on October 11^th, my birthday.  We had been trying to get pregnant, so of course I took a test as soon as I thought was reasonable!  Less than two weeks after we found out, I started to miscarry, at about 6 weeks gestation.  It was a traumatic experience—I felt scared, upset, guilty, and so disappointed; I called Sean at work when it started, and he immediately came home; we spent the good portion of the day in various waiting rooms at Evans Army Hospital. 

GRIEVING

But you, O Lord, are a God merciful and gracious, slow to anger and abounding in steadfast love and faithfulness.  Psalm 86:15

Over the next few months as I grieved (Sean grieved too, I’m just sharing the experience from mostly my perspective), I got teary-eyed whenever I would hear a baby cry.  At playgroup, I had to leave the room when moms started talking about how far apart their children were, because I knew I was about to lose it.  Two of our close friends (two couples, that is) announced they were pregnant, and again I went to another room to cry each time—very happy for them, but experiencing very raw pain as well. 

Over those few months, I really experienced how solid God’s character is, and how much knowing Him deeply can help us survive painful experiences.  I relied on Scripture that talked about God’s abounding love and faithfulness, His mercy and sovereignty.  It was certainly a painful time, but it didn’t destroy me.  I never sank into depression, for which I am thankful.  I feel like I have healed from the raw pain of that loss, though it still surfaces at times, and have grieved over the child we will never know, never get to hug or bathe or even see.  You grieve for lost opportunities, a lost future for your family, even if you never really knew your baby.  At times I wondered if my grief was reasonable, since we had known for such a short time that we were even pregnant.  (I decided it was.)

DO NOT WORRY

Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself.  Each day has enough trouble of its own.  Matthew 6:34

As soon as we got the doctor’s okay to try and conceive again, we did, and on December 22, 2011 we got another positive pregnancy test result.  We were so happy, but I didn’t really let myself get excited.  I struggled with worry and fear: what if something happens to this baby too?  I felt the time would never pass until we could tell people, or let ourselves get excited about having a new baby.  We decided to wait a long time before telling anyone, even our families, just in case something happened.  It was very hard to wait several weeks, but we did.  Once I reached 10 weeks, we thought that was a good point to tell people we were pregnant.  After our experience in October, I had read as much as I could on miscarriage.  I had read that after 10 weeks gestation, the risk of miscarriage goes way down—still with no guarantees, but the most precarious time in a fetus’ development has passed by that point.  Over the course of a few days, we told our parents, our siblings, our Bible study group, my ladies’ Bible study, and our friends.  Oh yeah, and we told the world by posting it on Facebook.

THE ULTRASOUND

You keep him in perfect peace whose mind is stayed on you, because he trusts in you.  Trust in the LORD forever, for the LORD God is an everlasting rock.  Isaiah 26:3-4

On Tuesday, January 31^st, 2012 I went in for a glucose test (to test for gestational diabetes) and an ultrasound.  I got my finger pricked for the baseline glucose reading, forced myself to drink the 10 ounces of very sugary liquid (with 50 grams of sugar in it), and sat in a waiting room for an hour while I waited to get blood drawn.  Sean met me there just before the ultrasound.  Heidi was our sonographer, and I had the privilege (ha) of having an “internal” ultrasound, instead of the external tummy (or “transabdominal”) ultrasound.  She took some measurements of my cervix and uterus, and even though it’s hard for us laypeople to distinguish anything on the grainy black-and-white screen, I didn’t see anything that resembled a baby, or even a yolk sac, something I had seen on one of Caleb’s early ultrasounds.  

We did see a dark area that turned out to be the gestational sac.  Heidi left the room, and brought in a radiologist, who told us there was in fact a gestational sac in me, but no baby.  He shared that fully 50% of pregnancies do not come to term—so it’s very common to have some sort of complication that means a “failed pregnancy,” and it’s really quite miraculous when a healthy baby does happen.  They were both really sympathetic, and offered the walk-in clinic at Evans Hospital as a resource to answer any questions we had.

At that point, I was in shock and didn’t really have questions.  Other than, what do you mean, no baby?  Why have I been so tired and nauseous and been “feeling” pregnant?  How did we get a positive pregnancy test result?  When did the baby stop developing, and why? What’s going to happen next? 

Apparently, the gestational sac (which is different from the placenta) can still form, even if there is a problem with the fertilized egg/embryo/fetus.  The gestational sac produces the hormone that shows up on a pregnancy test and causes pregnancy symptoms, thus giving a positive reading even though the baby may not develop properly in some cases.

THE CONFIRMATION

Great is our LORD, and abundant in power; his understanding is beyond measure.  Psalm 147:5

On Thursday, February 2^nd, I went to Evans Hospital, had another ultrasound, and met with a doctor, who confirmed the baby is no more.  The doctor gave me a handout describing “management” options, and for now we are going with the least invasive option: waiting.  My body should take care of things by itself in the next few weeks.

On Wednesday, February 8th, I flew out to California to spend about a week with my parents (a pre-planned trip). Thursday night (last night) I started having some severe cramping-- as bad as labor pains-- and decided to go to the ER to get checked out. The condensed version is that my body was kicking in and everything seems to be taken care of now. My uterus looked good when they did an ultrasound. They gave me a saline-solution IV to rehydrate me since my blood pressure was pretty low, likely due to loss of blood. The grief is a lot stronger now, but I am thankful that we can move on through it, no longer in the limbo land of waiting for something to happen. I am also so very thankful that it did not happen while I was traveling with Caleb, that I did not require a D&C, and that my mom was able to go to the ER with me (and Dad was able to stay with Caleb). God was very gracious in the timing and the details, even though that hospital room was the last place I wanted to be last night. Especially without my husband. His original plan was to come out Monday for a TDY (business trip), but he may come out sooner now.


THOUGHTS
I don’t know why this has happened.  Again.  But I do know God will be here with us each day, each moment, as we wait and grieve and heal.  He is faithful and we can trust Him—in fact, He uses the hardest times in our lives to teach us the most about Himself.  It’s in the devastating times—times when you don’t know how you will make it through the day; times when you feel like your heart will explode, it hurts so bad; times when you don’t know who you are or what the meaning is in the seemingly-pointless suffering suffocating you—it’s those times that we can draw most near to God.  And it will be those times that we will be able to look back on later, and see how faithful God was in the midst of them.  We will be able to point out His sufficiency as the reason we could keep going.  We will be able to see His love as the reason we were not destroyed by our suffering.  We will be able to pinpoint His grace as the reason we were able to reject bitterness and cling to hope.  We will be able to identify His strength as the reason we could press on. 

In these anguished moments lies a choice for me, for all of us: will I choose to believe the things about God that I say I believe?  When I have to live it out, do I really believe God is all-powerful and good?  Do I truly believe that He loves me and only allows those things into my life that can glorify Him and refine me?  We can (and are striving to) trust that God will use this for His inscrutable purposes in our lives, and possibly others’.  Nothing is without meaning because He is sovereign and good. 

At the same time, I believe it is acceptable to ask questions, to struggle with the lack of answers.  There are almost 200 questions throughout the Psalms, and even Jesus cried out, “Why?” on the Cross, though He knew His purpose all along in coming to the world.  Suffering does seem senseless to us, probably because we were created to exist in a perfect world where there was never death or disease or miscarriage or pain.  Death and suffering are not right.  They are never ideal or desirable.  Pain and sorrow are not easy to bear.  These things are present here on Earth, but only for a time.  What a comfort that is!

In the end, this disappointment doesn’t have to crush us.  Yes, it breaks our hearts.  I would never wish losing a child on anyone.  But we can rest on the Rock that doesn’t shift.  And we are poignantly aware now of the privilege it is to have Caleb in our lives and in our arms: a healthy, happy, growing little boy whom we love dearly and wouldn’t trade for anything.  I know I have been giving him extra hugs and kisses lately… hugs that he usually tries to squirm out of.  Hopefully someday he will realize how much we love him!

TO MY PREGNANT FRIENDS 

The LORD is gracious and righteous; our God is full of compassion…  Be at rest once more, O my soul, for the Lord has been good to you.  Psalm 116:5, 7

I close with a note to all my pregnant friends: Please do not feel like you have to tip-toe around me.  I am so thrilled that you are having a baby, truly! It’s a beautiful miracle, and I can be excited for you even though I am also grieving.  Please keep telling me about the fun little details of your pregnancy, and don’t feel weird if I ask how you are feeling. I care about you and want to share the experience with you. My soul can be at rest because the Lord has been good to me.