John 9:1-3

One thing I have noticed, ever since we found out I was pregnant, is no matter how far along I am, I would always have some kinds of worries. First, once I made it to past the 1st trimester and heard the heartbeat I was excited and grateful. But the worries don't stop there. In the 2nd trimester I was always wondering if our baby is okay since the baby's kicks weren't consistent. I would look forward to every appointment to just hear the quick little heartbeat. All screenings came back negative, and our baby is growing the way it should.

Now today, I am officially 3 months away from our due date and in the 3rd trimester. Right now our baby has an 85% chance of survival if it were to be born today. You would think I wouldn't worry? Wrong. I find that as the baby gets closer the more anxious I get, and excited I feel. I will be starting my 2 week appointments now, so I get to hear the little one's heartbeat more often!

I think it is only the motherly instinct to worry, considering I hear/read horror stories of children who didn't make it or a baby that quit developing, etc. I don't always feel the consistent kicks which makes me worry. This past week I failed a screening and have to take a new test on Thursday. My blood pressure went up a little so we have to keep an eye on that. It has been a little bit of a rough week. I try not to worry, and I don't worry 24/7 ...But honestly, I find alot of peace knowing that God has a plan, and its in his hands. Josh and I both pray for our child every night.

...so where does John 9 come in?

The past couple of weeks at church, our preacher had begun talking about John 9, and the blind man who was healed. (If you want to hear the sermons go to First Reformed Church Sioux Center . The sermons are called "I was blind but now I see" and "Look before you label")

The first 3 verses of that chapter have really made sense in my life right now. It states:

"As he went along, he saw a man blind from birth. His disciples asked him, "Rabbi, who sinned, this man or his parents, that he was born blind?"
"Neither this man nor his parents sinned," said Jesus, "but this happened so that the work of God might be displayed in his life."

It makes me realize that God has a purpose for me, our child, and whatever happens. Why should I worry when I know its up to God? It is reasurring that, if anything were to go wrong, it wasn't because I sinned, or deserved it. ...God is just working in our life and our baby's life.

So really, I ask myself, why worry? God has a plan for us. God has a plan for our child. It is in his hands, and I 100% believe that.

....and a little kick just now lets me know everything is okay :)

Twenty-Four

Twenty-Four Years Old

That's right...as of July 1 I am the big 2-4...which is actually pretty old considering its almost 25 which is almost 30 which is half way to 60....time sure does fly! I recieved some gifts for my birthday. I got the typical $20 from my grandparents, a maternity shirt and hooded towel from my mom & dad, some flower's from Josh's parents, and an UGLY DOLL from Brooke. What exactly is an Ugly Doll? Well, its pretty much explanitory...and ugly doll that is so ugly its cute...you be the judge. They are pretty entertaining with unique names like Big Toe, Wedge-head, Ice Bat, etc. Brooke got me Ox. Hes pretty cute for being an Ugly Doll!...and I love him, and im sure bun will too!

Twenty-Four Weeks
Yup...24 weeks preggo. I found my week 12 picture and took my week 24 one on Monday...and needless to say, I think my abdomen has gotten just a smidge bigger! All I know is I liked my hair 100 times more than I do now, and my face was a little thinner :) ...and pardon me for looking like a mess!Twenty-Four Trips to the Bathroom
Just kidding...but it sure feels like that! Usually atleast 3 times per night, if not more!

48 divided by 2 = 24
We decided to paint the nursery this weekend since I had 4 days off and it needed to be done....so my dad, older sister, Josh, and myself went at painting the nursery...with 48 "dots" It actually went by pretty quickly and it was fun to hang out with my sister as I don't see her that often. We still need to finish putting up molding and the artwork (which my sister and I painted)...but its a great start and nice to have that scratched off the list of things "to-do" ....my dad thought he would be clever and write "Bun's Room" in the process...so here are the pictures!

24 hours until the weekend
...thank goodness!