I hope each of you caught the last post. In an effort to be cute it took me forever to post baby boy's name. We went our usual route of finding a name that was signifiant, had real spiritual meaning and these do, Simon means, "he has heard," and Elliot means, "My God is the Lord." But in all honesty, we just really like them and as an added bonus they have great meaning.
We went to the Dr again this week. I will be at Vandy nearly every week until at least 32 weeks. They are doing a fabulous job of taking care of me and Simon. I will also begin taking an injection once a week to hopefully prevent preterm labor. I've already had one sleepless night about these painful injections, truely hoping they are not as bad as I've been told they are. But I have to believe they are worth every ounce of pain.
As you can see in the last picture, I'm still pretty small, but I'm okay with that...to a degree. Of course I want to be "obviously" pregnany by now, but also thankful for a slower weight gain this go around too. Cant have both, right? As long as the doctor continues to say, Simon and I are okay, then that is that. I still love that my husband makes me cheese fries and milkshakes to fatten me up.
Trevor has been truely amazing in all of this. He still gets up every morning with the boys to get them ready, feed them and takes them to school, so that I can rest and sleep off my still ever present morning sickness. He says,"I love seeing you sleeping, I know you are getting the rest you need." LOVE HIM. He makes it to all my doctors appts (however I know that will be less since they are becoming more frequent), he loves to make me my nightly snacks, OH and he still brings me breakfast in bed, every morning (since 8 weeks). But above all that, he loves me well, he prays for me and he sacrifices a lot to keep me and Simon safe and healthy. I am blessed.
God is teaching a lot through this pregnancy. A lot of which I learned through loving and losing Chai. Life is precious, every moment in the womb and out matters, He is in control of this pregnancy, this baby, my life, EVERYTHING. As I continue to hear stories of death or horrible sickness in children, I am constantly, once again, reminded, we live in a fallen world. Everyday is the grace of God. It may bring joy or it may bring suffering, but in it all God will show us His grace and I hope it will bring glory to His name.
Wednesday, January 25, 2012
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