Smorgasbord of thoughts

Today I am 12 weeks and 2 days pregnant.

And here is Little Farm 2.0′s most recent picture, taken exactly one week ago:

S/he was so cute doing little baby sit-ups the entire ultrasound and making me giggle just as the ultrasound tech was trying to take a picture. You can call us the troublemakers.

I am starting to feel just a little bit better. But to be honest, there were a few weeks there that was living day to day just trying to make it. I can’t imagine being one of those women who throw up their entire pregnancy. I fear that Elijah would be an only child had that been the case.

Right now I get the sickest in the evenings and spend a lot of my time just laying around. Working out this time has not been anywhere on my radar but hopefully I can soon. I even struggle to make plans with friends and family (in the evening) because all I want to do is lay down and sleep. But then I remember how much of a blessing it is to bare a child and that I have the hope/promise of new life as a reward for all of this discomfort. It sure makes me more sensitive to those who suffer for no cause or are fighting cancer each day. Health is such a precious thing.

Elijah is getting a cuter personality with each passing day. He is starting to talk more and is hilarious. Yesterday we were driving around and he started to say “mommy” over and over and over. It was music to my ears. But the funny thing is he barely can say “mama” and always calls me “dada” so I have no idea where he heard mommy and why he decided to say it when he did. But it sure is precious and I couldn’t wait to get home from work today to hear it again.

Tonight I was getting ready for bed and he decided to turn on the radio. We have it programmed to a Christian station. He starting singing in a baby babble voice and lifted his hands to the worship song. It melted my heart because I always pray for him to have a spirit that is sensitive to the things of God.

We have also found that if we pray over him in the spirit when he is upset, it immediately calms him down. It is crazy and I am sure a controversial topic among people who read may read my blog but I wanted to document it here (mostly for me) since I find it so fascinating. I so want my sweet boy to know the pleasure, love and purpose found in serving the Lord.

Away I ramble… and am running out of thoughts. I think it may be time to lay down and take it easy. Hopefully I will be able to carve out some more time to blog soon. I do miss it when I can’t do it as often.

And I apologize for not commenting more on your blogs, we have a new internet policy of sorts at work and I have been steering clear of the internet while I am there.

Just know..

If you are waiting to have your baby–I am praying for you.

If you are struggling with first trimester sickness–I am praying and empathizing with you.

If you are raising three kids–I love reading your stories

If you are my friend of 10+ years–I wish I had the money to visit you. Right, This. Second!

If you are my family that has been giving me so much love and support–I thank God for you.

If you are my hubby that serves me all day every day–I do not deserve you but love you more each passing day.

If you are my dear friend that I don’t see enough–I hold you in my heart.

And for anyone else I may have missed (hello pregnancy brain)–I too, am, thankful for you and the stories that you share.

And if any one of you needs prayer, please don’t hesitate one little bit to send me an email. I love to pray: dafarmer06 {at} aol {dot} com

 

 

 

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