My Ebenezer

Today I banished my crock pot from the kitchen.  I moved it to the top of the washing machine in the garage, where the wafting aroma stench of onions and beef wouldn't threaten to kill me.  Side note: when you're pregnant, there are very few aromas anymore.  Just lots of stenches.  It makes life interesting. But on another note, all complaining aside; pregnancy is an amazing thing, and I am so privileged to be able to experience it again, because it reminds me of the miraculous power of God.  "Just as you do not know...how bones are formed in the womb of the pregnant woman, so you do not know the activity of God who makes all things."  Eccl 11:5.  I read this passage today and marveled.  I have wondered, just recently in fact, how God makes bones in a little child in my womb.  Miraculous.  He teaches the spider to make a web, perfect every time.  The Bible tells us God takes care of the animals, causes grass to grow on unseen hilltops, and stores up ice and cold in

(me at 8weeks. I can see a bump. ;) For the past year or so I have been following a housecleaning plan, with great success, called Motivated Moms.  This lady is great!  She takes all the household chores (and I do mean all) and divvies them up so that you do a little each day--maybe an hour total--and you never have to face an entire day of cleaning your house from top to bottom. Only trouble is, lately since morning sickness hit, I've been rather...unmotivated.  It's Freezer Food City around here at supper time (ie: what can I pull out of the freezer and stick directly into the oven that I don't have to look at or smell?).  Cleaning up the kitchen after a meal likewise is less-than-appealing, and so recently I had to buckle down and Just Do It after it had been a mess for *cough* days.  And dusting? Cleaning the bathrooms? I think a nap sounds much better.  I trust that once I hit the second trimester, things will get better.  But in the meantime, I've been tr

I had my second ultrasound this morning.  The baby has doubled in size since last week, and its little heart was still going strong!  Praise the Lord for faithfully growing our little baby. As for me?  I feel pregnant. Wonderfully pregnant.  That's code for sick as a dog. :)  Nausea is my almost-constant companion, but I'm so thankful because I know everything is fine.  The only food that sounds palatable to me (at least for today) is pizza.  Check out what I did at lunchtime when pb&j sounded revolting:   That's sauce and cheese on a soft tortilla!  You do what you gotta do. Praise the Lord for a good report this morning!  And pass the pizza please....

This was the prayer Noah prayed at lunchtime today, which I had to stifle giggles through. Noah:  "Dear Lord, please help Mommy to have a baby girl.  But if it's a boy, we'll be thankful anyway that at least you gave us a baby."