I just realized today, in 3 weeks we will be in Tennessee for the transfer. In 3 weeks, there will be warmth, instead of the chilly cold, for you, Little One. In 3 weeks, Lord willing, you will cling to me for dear life and start to grow, grow, grow.
This journey has seemed so incredibly long. From the early years of being a little girl, practicing my "mommy skills" on a Cabbage Patch doll (which I accidentally left outside one night and she became terribly ill (mold) ... don't worry, I hope and pray my skills have improved!), to the years of late, the longing, tears, waiting, and dreams. Such a long time. Yet now, it is potentially, no, Lord willing (please Lord, will it!), 3 weeks until we bring you home, and it seems to have flown by. I'm worried now, I only have 3 WEEKS! Haha, oh my, how silly my thoughts are.
What will I do with these 3 weeks? I will wait. Wait on You, Lord.
The Lord is good to those who wait for Him, to the soul who seeks Him. Lamentations 3:25
Wednesday, February 29, 2012
Tuesday, February 28, 2012
swishy pants
Remember the post about side effects? There's one I'd like to add. No, two.
If I cry randomly for no reason, at least no serious reason, like say, someone not putting enough mozzarella cheese on a pizza, it's the drugs. Or I'm just ridiculous, which could very well be, but I'm blaming the drugs.
If my eyes sound like they're wearing swishy pants when they glance from right to left, left to right, (more like I hear "swish, swish, swish, swish" when they move) it's the drugs. Or, I'm hoping it is at least, because if it's not, I'm going crazy.
I haven't been feeling too great (hot, headache, swishy pants, and nauseous at times), but today I have felt pretty good. I must be getting used to the swishy pants effect.
Thank You, Lord, for Your gifting the doctors and giving them crazy knowledge about the things beneficial to making my tummy a homey place for Little One. As You will, in all!
If I cry randomly for no reason, at least no serious reason, like say, someone not putting enough mozzarella cheese on a pizza, it's the drugs. Or I'm just ridiculous, which could very well be, but I'm blaming the drugs.
If my eyes sound like they're wearing swishy pants when they glance from right to left, left to right, (more like I hear "swish, swish, swish, swish" when they move) it's the drugs. Or, I'm hoping it is at least, because if it's not, I'm going crazy.
I haven't been feeling too great (hot, headache, swishy pants, and nauseous at times), but today I have felt pretty good. I must be getting used to the swishy pants effect.
Thank You, Lord, for Your gifting the doctors and giving them crazy knowledge about the things beneficial to making my tummy a homey place for Little One. As You will, in all!
Monday, February 27, 2012
new digs
Sometimes I overthink things. Example:
When we go for the transfer, I wanted to wear something special. Something sweet. I know, I'm silly. But, it is a big deal to me. So, I got some new digs for the special day. Words mean a lot to me, see the pic below.
The shirt is from Show Hope, a Christian adoption group founded by Steven Curtis and Mary Beth Chapman, that does oodles for orphans around the world. The Chapmans have a beautiful adoption story, and a heartaching story of loss as well. I challenge you to read Mary Beth's book, Choosing to See ... so good. A must read.
Anyway, the shirt. When I saw it, I knew it was "the" shirt. Show Hope. Hope for those waiting for a family. Whether it be traditional adoption or embryo adoption, we are to be showing hope to those little ones waiting.
The shoes are Tom's. And they say, "Let Love Rule" ... pretty obvious why I like those, huh? And a perk of the Tom's is that they donate a pair to a child in need when you buy a pair. Pretty neat if you ask me!
Can't wait til the big day! Neither one will be worn until then!
You are loved beyond a shadow of a doubt, Little One. If and when you come to us, you will always feel it. Lord, as you will!
(Oh, and I get to get a pedicure for the big day as well. Lips promised.)
When we go for the transfer, I wanted to wear something special. Something sweet. I know, I'm silly. But, it is a big deal to me. So, I got some new digs for the special day. Words mean a lot to me, see the pic below.
The shirt is from Show Hope, a Christian adoption group founded by Steven Curtis and Mary Beth Chapman, that does oodles for orphans around the world. The Chapmans have a beautiful adoption story, and a heartaching story of loss as well. I challenge you to read Mary Beth's book, Choosing to See ... so good. A must read.
Anyway, the shirt. When I saw it, I knew it was "the" shirt. Show Hope. Hope for those waiting for a family. Whether it be traditional adoption or embryo adoption, we are to be showing hope to those little ones waiting.
The shoes are Tom's. And they say, "Let Love Rule" ... pretty obvious why I like those, huh? And a perk of the Tom's is that they donate a pair to a child in need when you buy a pair. Pretty neat if you ask me!
Can't wait til the big day! Neither one will be worn until then!
You are loved beyond a shadow of a doubt, Little One. If and when you come to us, you will always feel it. Lord, as you will!
(Oh, and I get to get a pedicure for the big day as well. Lips promised.)
Friday, February 24, 2012
how to
Shot #3 is done. I still can't do it to myself. Something about jabbing that thing into my body that just gives me the heebie jeebies. I don't know what I'm going to do if I'm ever home alone. I guess I will have to give Fiona Injection Training 101 soon. She can hold the syringe with her paw, right?
Earlier today I did some painting. Now, I'm not an artist by any means, but I love to dabble in different things. Even if that dabbling looks like a four year old did it. Oh well, it will be a while before Little One realizes what a terrible artist I am at least.
Earlier today I did some painting. Now, I'm not an artist by any means, but I love to dabble in different things. Even if that dabbling looks like a four year old did it. Oh well, it will be a while before Little One realizes what a terrible artist I am at least.
Wednesday, February 22, 2012
one down
Well, I'm alive! Yes, tonight was the first of many shots, and I am alive to tell about it! Whew. It was touch and go there for a bit, but I pulled through!
Actually, it wasn't so bad. I think I've had mosquito bites worse than that belly shot. And I think I've finally found a reason to be thankful for the lovely "cupcake top" I have around my midsection. Turns out flab doesn't have much feeling! Yes!
A big shout out and lots of love to my Mom who came and walked me through the process and gave me the first one. My apologies for the slight freak out I had as you held the syringe like a dart and aimed it at my belly. Won't happen again. Scout's honor.
Actually, it wasn't so bad. I think I've had mosquito bites worse than that belly shot. And I think I've finally found a reason to be thankful for the lovely "cupcake top" I have around my midsection. Turns out flab doesn't have much feeling! Yes!
A big shout out and lots of love to my Mom who came and walked me through the process and gave me the first one. My apologies for the slight freak out I had as you held the syringe like a dart and aimed it at my belly. Won't happen again. Scout's honor.
Tuesday, February 21, 2012
side effects
Tomorrow I start my shots. I'm excited. Actually, I really kind of am. I mean, I don't want to stick myelf with a needle, I still have that ridiculous fear of them, but I'm eagerly anticipating it, oddly enough!
I was looking over the "side effects" of the various meds I have to be on, and let's just say the list isn't short. I've given warning to those who are closest to my daily life, so if they wonder, 'WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU!??', they'll know the reason. Read on for some laughs.
In the next month, if I'm:
More loopy than usual, it's the drugs.
Lightheaded, it's the drugs.
Complaining of a headache, it's the drugs.
Bent over because my tummy hurts, it's the drugs.
Slightly bloated, it's the drugs.
Thinking I'm gonna throw up, it's the drugs.
Throwing up, it's the drugs.
Gaining scads of weight, it's the drugs.
Protective of my chest because it's terribly painful, it's the drugs.
Overly sleepy, it's the drugs.
Displaying a lack of coordination, it's the drugs.
Occasionally peeing my pants, it's the drugs.
Not able to lift a gallon of milk because I'm weak, it's the drugs.
Never hungry, it's the drugs.
Acting like a 50 year old with hot flashes, it's the drugs.
Blowing my nose constantly, it's the drugs.
Staying up all night, it's the drugs.
In the bathroom with number 3 often, it's the drugs.
Retaining fluid and have sausage fingers, it's the drugs.
Losing patches of my hair, it's the drugs.
Cranky all the time, it's the drugs.
And, if I'm pregnant at the end of all this, it will be worth every single one of them!!!!
I was looking over the "side effects" of the various meds I have to be on, and let's just say the list isn't short. I've given warning to those who are closest to my daily life, so if they wonder, 'WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU!??', they'll know the reason. Read on for some laughs.
In the next month, if I'm:
More loopy than usual, it's the drugs.
Lightheaded, it's the drugs.
Complaining of a headache, it's the drugs.
Bent over because my tummy hurts, it's the drugs.
Slightly bloated, it's the drugs.
Thinking I'm gonna throw up, it's the drugs.
Throwing up, it's the drugs.
Gaining scads of weight, it's the drugs.
Protective of my chest because it's terribly painful, it's the drugs.
Overly sleepy, it's the drugs.
Displaying a lack of coordination, it's the drugs.
Occasionally peeing my pants, it's the drugs.
Not able to lift a gallon of milk because I'm weak, it's the drugs.
Never hungry, it's the drugs.
Acting like a 50 year old with hot flashes, it's the drugs.
Blowing my nose constantly, it's the drugs.
Staying up all night, it's the drugs.
In the bathroom with number 3 often, it's the drugs.
Retaining fluid and have sausage fingers, it's the drugs.
Losing patches of my hair, it's the drugs.
Cranky all the time, it's the drugs.
And, if I'm pregnant at the end of all this, it will be worth every single one of them!!!!
Monday, February 20, 2012
ciao!
This girl, she is worth{lots}.
She came to us from Italy, and we love her dearly. She has stepped out of her comfort zone in every possible way while she's been here. This is her, in the high school's Show Choir, a competitive song and dance group. She's never danced. Never sang. And, she's a star! And such a joy!
Thank You, Lord, for the blessing of our Jo. May she know and feel You and Your immeasurable love today.
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