Psalm 139:13

Psalm 139:13 (New International Version)

For you created my inmost being;

you knit me together in my mother's womb.

This verse just amazes me.  How often can you say that God is tangibly, literally, & visually, creating something before your very eyes?  I'm astounded.  I don't even know how to put into words how awesome this is to me right now, and how real.

Wednesday was the second time we went to the doctor.  Me, the worrier, was just excited to hear the doctor tell me, again, that I really am pregnant.  I needed a stinking good reason for feeling this horrible.  I asked her what the normal time is to be able to hear the heartbeat.  She said it is 12 weeks and although I'm only a 10, that we could try.  She asked if I would promise not to worry if we didn't hear the heartbeat, I said no, but to try anyway! 
She put the goopy, aloe vera type stuff on my belly and started listening with the doppler.  She went back and forth, back and forth.  All the while I was praying, "PLEASE God, I NEED to hear this!"  My doctor is so awesome, because she didn't give up.  Finally, she cocked her head and listened a little more intently.  "Can you hear it?" she asked.  And at that moment Luke & I got to hear the faint, 10 week, beat of our baby's heart.  I just laughed the day we actually heard it, but reliving it brings tears to my eyes now. 
I'm so excited to finally be a mom.  I asked Luke who he thought the baby would look like.  "Me at first," he answered, "because it will be bald."  He makes me laugh.

I Can Hear the Derby Calling

Today, one of our many questions has been answered!  Luke now knows what his job will be in the Army (MOS if you want to learn Army jargon with me).  First, he'll be in Armor for three years.  The reasoning behind this is that he'd like to teach ROTC (which is the program he's in now) someday and must have at least 3 years of infantry experience to do this.  After those three years, he will be going back to school for his second MOS which will be Military Intelligence.  He will really be able to say, "I could tell you, but then I'd have to kill you."  That's hot.

We will be moving to Kentucky some time next year.  Finding out when the big move will take place is a mystery, but so goes our life.  I'm happy that at least one question has been answered and it's a major one!

If I can stomach icecream or some kind of special dinner, we'll be celebrating tonight! 

So, if anyone has a big hat I can borrow, I'd be honored to wear it to all of the Kentucky Derbies we'll be going to.  'Cuz you know, we're cultured like that. 

Praise God for His goodness!

Happy Apple Farm!

This past weekend, a few friends of mine & I went to the Happy Apple farm.  It's the third time we've been in three years and has become  quite the tradition!  This year, we went a little late and the pumpkin patch was more like a pumpkin graveyard.  I think that we all were a little saddened by the site of all the poor pumpkins sitting out in the unforgivably, hot sun with no one to pick them up and take them home.  Luckily, there were a few still ripe for the picking and we all chose the perfect pumpkin pet to make our own.  I have to tell you though, people are RUTHLESS at pumpkin patches!!!!  I set down my pumpkin to do something and some little, thief of a kid STOLE MY PUMPKIN!  He was caught redhanded, but I was in such shock that I couldn't utter a word!  How dare he?!  Luckily, I did get a picture with my little pumpkin before the thief ran off with it (see below).  At least we had a few moments to share.

Beautiful, isn't he?  OK, OK, he's a little hidden, but you get the picture.

So anyway, after I recovered from my devastation, I did find another pumpkin to call mine.  (Although, now my dog apparently tried to eat it when she saw it today.  Man...can't a girl just enjoy her fruit!?)

All in all, it was a great time.  I'm sad to think that Luke & I may not be here this time next year, so this might have been my last time going to Happy Apple.  Times are a changin' in the Masiarak house.  Next week or the week after, we'll find out what Luke's military job will be.  That will be a huge factor in determining our future.  Don't worry, I'll let you know as soon as we know, but for now we'll be content to stay in our home with our little, orange pumpkin friend.

Along Came 8 Weeks

Oh the joy of early pregnancy.  For the past two days, I've done my hair, put my makeup on, and whatever else I could manage from the comfort of my bathroom floor. 

My first 7 weeks were great.  Ignorantly, I was so worried that my lack of sickness and food aversions were a bad sign.  I thought maybe I wasn't really pregnant, or worse, that I was, but wasn't any more.  Then it hit.  My days of nausea.  My "feeling great" comments ended this past weekend.  Now, even having my space heater too close to my feet makes me want to throw up.  To steal Renee's writing style - I have the piece of crap wonderful priviledge of having my office right across from the communal kitchen.  This morning the smell of coffee gently greeted me from across the hall.  Although I've never enjoyed coffee (except if you put 3/4 creamer in and 1/4 coffee) I've always enjoyed the smell.  Then, some monsterous smell interrupted my bliss!  I don't know what it was, but I praise God for my office door now.  Don't people know that there is a pregnant lady right next to the microwave!?!?  That whatever they decided to have for breakfast this morning made me want to lose mine!?!?

I'm sure every expectant mother thinks to herself, "He'd/She'd better appreciate what I'm going through right now!"  Well mom, I can say now - I DO.  I think even the guys eventually get a smidge of appreciation at some point.  Like when they hear something through the shower curtain and ask there wife if they're ok.  "Yes, I'm fine, just dry heaving is all."  I think it's at that moment that new parents really realize how awful beautiful pregnancy is. 

Next week we have our second doctor appointment and I'm hoping that well get to hear the heartbeat.  I'm not sure, but that would be a great encouragement.