Monday, February 24, 2014

Guess. What.

Monday, December 23rd, at approximately 5:35 a.m., marks the moment that our world was flipped completely upside down. In the best..way..possible. Kevin and I had already decided the night before to take a pregnancy test that morning in order to "know for sure" whether or not we were pregnant before heading to hometown that night. Christmas was in TWO days! Well..."Merry Christmas to us!" To be completely honest, we thought we were simply affirming the fact that we weren't pregnant. You know, just putting our minds at ease before seeing family over the holidays. (I need to write a whole separate post about our journey over the last year and a half). Well. In a matter of a few short seconds, that little test confirmed everything I needed to know.

Thanks to these two pink lines: 

If I checked what "pregnant" meant once, then I checked it a hundred times. While Kevin lay just on the other side of the bathroom door sound asleep in bed, I dropped to my knees. I felt overwhelmed and in complete and utter shock. 
We. Are. Pregnant.
I (literally) jumped on Kev and put my mouth right next to his ear and whispered (rather loudly, I'm sure), "Babe! Guess what?" Sleepily, Kev replied, "Whuuut." With as much excitement as one can possibly muster up in a whisper I replied, "We're pregnant!" We snuggled for a while wishing the moment would never end and just soaked every ounce of the reality of that moment in. 

And so this journey (and the secret-revealing) began.
Over the course of the next few days, all of our immediate family would know the exciting news...



Saturday, February 22, 2014

A Blogger: To Be or Not To Be?

So for a while now (about 6 weeks), I've been trying to decide how I want to document, or keep track of, this super new terminology in my life called "parenthood." For the most part, it shouldn't (or wouldn't) be too difficult for a woman to decide how she'd like to. But for me...it's been a daunting task. Why? I have no idea. I guess I just don't want to feel obligated to or bogged down by keeping track. I mean, what fun would that be? I've thought about a prayer journal, a scrapbook, and even the old-school baby book type of thing, but none of those really set well with me for some reason. My heart just wasn't in them. So I began to pray. Yes. I asked the Lord how I should document my pregnancy journey. Is it silly to ask Him such a thing? Absolutely not. He cares about the little things. But more importantly, He cares about my heart. My heart's motive in writing my thoughts and experiences day in and day out matter to Him. And I want to do it all for His glory.

Well, here I am. Blogging. Never did I ever picture myself as a blogger. I can't guarantee I'll be very good at it. But I'm not doing this with the hope of having hundreds of readers or subscribers. I'm not doing this so that everyone can know our business. I'm doing this because I just feel like it's what I'm suppose to do. I have no clue what will fill these pages. But I do know that my God is good, and He is doing great things. And I want to remind my own heart...my family's hearts...of that every chance I get. Because I know from experience that it is difficult to believe at times. That God is good. Our hearts are fickle. They waver. But the Lord is the complete opposite. Praising Him for that.