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The Results are In…

In Uncategorized on March 21, 2011 at 7:08 pm

And it’s a BOY!  I’m embracing the fact that I’ll be out numbered in our household!  Nathan is pretty darn excited to have a first born son, and I’m enjoying knowing what is rolling around inside of me.  Someday’s it still seems impossible that we’re actually bringing a life into this world, but alas, the ultrasound confirmed it, there is, in fact, a child growing inside me.  WOW!  And preliminary results suggest that it’s healthy.

Here’s a little profile pic of Mr. Eaglette.  Nathan says that now we can fight over names.

Baby Boy's Profile

So I am officially past the halfway mark and will be 21 weeks this Friday, which means I’m just finishing my fifth month.  Still feeling pretty well, except for some hip pain, but my chiropractor is helping me with that.  Baby BOY (wow!) Eagles is moving around like in my tummy like it’s going out of style.  He wakes me up at night, doesn’t seem to like it when I first lay down and just generally prefers squirming to sitting still.  If this kid is as energetic outside the womb as he is inside, then I think I’ll have no problem getting that baby weight off with all the chasing after him I’ll do!

2 weeks ago I had Nathan remove my beloved belly ring, and a part of me died, I believe.  I feel as though I gave up a piece of my youth and lost a little of my edginess (I know, I’m not that edgy, but I can dream, right??).  🙂

And without further ado, the 20 week bump picture.

20 weeks, growing, and looking a little tired.


He’s got us

In Uncategorized on March 20, 2011 at 7:34 am

Preparing to be a parent for the first time, there are so many things to figure out.  SO MANY books to read.  So many questions to answer.  Will we have a natural birth, will we use an epidural?  Will I nurse or will I use formula?  Will I vaccinate my child or not, and if so which ones?  How will we discipline?  Will we be good parents?  Will I exasperate my child?  One friend sent me an email on donating cord blood and it took me 20 minutes just to figure out what the heck that meant and why it was important (People, I’m clueless on some things).  The list is endless.  Sometimes I am overwhelmed by all the decisions to make or how strongly others feel about those decisions and so freely voice them.  Somedays it’s an effort just to feel like I’m beginning to wrap my brain around what it is to be married and figuring out how to respect and serve my husband (I still don’t do it well) the way that God has called me to, and now I have to figure out how to be a good mother??  Is there a hole I can crawl in somewhere and hide?

One night this week, as I was driving home from working, thinking about all these decisions and feeling overwhelmed, a thought passed my mind, a reminder from the Holy Spirt that said, ‘Relax Jess, God’s got you.’  Isn’t that the truth?!  We can get so keyed in on one issue or another, or obsess about a recent failure or the fear of an impending failure, and forget to take a step back and see the bigger picture.  We become so self-sufficient, not pausing long enough to see God’s hand in all that we do or make our lives about, or ask if this is even what God would have our lives to even BE about.  At that moment it was so encouraging to me to remember that He’s got me, that He is the orchestrator of our lives and that He alone is perfect.  The decisions I make and actions I take will always be imperfect when compared to His wisdom and understanding.  So isn’t it good to rest and have confidence in that?

Surely there are important decisions to be made as a parent and please don’t hear me disregarding or shirking those responsibilities.  My parents certainly didn’t do everything right and they’ll be the first to admit it.  But they taught me to love Jesus and to love goodness that is only found in God the Father.  They were faithful to bring the Gospel of Jesus to my siblings and I.  And because of that and the same foundation of my baby-daddy, we’ll teach our child to love Jesus and pray they will embrace the truth that Jesus saved them from certain death and is the perfect sacrifice.  We may not get a lot of other things right with our kids, but if we can at least impart that, then I think we’ll be doing pretty well.

As I was sitting and waiting for a friend yesterday, I re-read Psalm 33 and God again drove home the truth of His Sovereignty.  If you have the time, I highly recommend a read through.  You won’t regret it!

“The LORD looks down from heaven; he sees all the children of man; from where he sits enthroned he looks out on all the inhabitants of the earth, he who fashions the hearts of them all and observes all their deeds.  The king is not saved by his great army; a warrior is not delivered by his great strength.  The war horse is a false hope for salvation, and by its great might it cannot rescue.  Behold, the eye of the LORD is on those who fear him, on those who hope in his steadfast love, that he may deliver their soul from death and keep them alive in famine.” Ps 33:13-19

P.S.  Tomorrow Nathan and I have our big ultrasound and hope that Eaglette cooperates and tells us if we’re having a GIRL Eagle or a BOY Eagle.  We’ll let you know how that goes tomorrow and if you’re lucky, have a new belly bump picture for our families’ viewing pleasure.  🙂

Baby Showers and Male Strippers

In Uncategorized on March 9, 2011 at 8:05 pm

I’m sure some of you are shocked by the title and wonder what these two items could possibly have in common.  Well I am here to expand your minds and worldviews by telling you that these paired together make for one heck of a baby shower!  Who wouldn’t want a male stripper shakin’ his stuff at a lovely party for their little baking bun-in-the-oven??  I can’t believe I hadn’t thought of this before…

So the backstory is my coworkers are planning me a baby shower.  They are some of the sweetest people I have met out here and I absolutely love working with them, and I can’t even tell you what it meant to me when they asked to throw a shower in my honor.  Last week they were discussing the shower and one suggested that it would be SO FUN to bring in a male stripper for the occasion.  Folks, she was serious.  For.  Real.  Upon hearing this, I quickly interjected, possibly a little too forcefully, that that would not be a good idea, that my husband wouldn’t let me go to my own shower if that were the case, and that there was only one man I cared to see naked, the one who wears a ring I bought him on his left hand.  People, I was shocked.  My next thought was, ‘That’s pretty darn funny, and I can’t wait to tell Nathan’.

I think my coworker took it ok and I think I can safely say there will be no bearing of skin unless someone asks to see my belly, which I’d be happy to oblige.  Before I had time to drag myself up on top of my “self-righteous and better than thou” pillar (C’mon, you know you have one too), God again reminded me how different my life is because of Christ.  It’s not because I’m so much more cultured, or I live by the right set of rules, but because Christ has set me free.  And that is the only reason my life is different.  Honestly, had Christ not saved me I know that I would have suggested or been more than willing to do the same thing.  I have that in me.  Perhaps yours is a different vice, but we all have it in us to do things that are against God’s original design for our lives.  And if you’re honest, for those of us that now live under God’s grace, you might not be that different either.

It was such a good reminder that Jesus makes me different, not the rules and principles I adhere too.  It again humbled my prideful attitude toward my position in life, and again grew my love for my coworkers and a desire for them to know our Good Father.  It’s my prayer that they embrace the generosity of a Loving Father who sent His beautiful and perfect Son to take our place on a cross that we very clearly deserved.  I don’t know why he chose me, but I hope that they will one day know what it is to be free also.  It is good to be found in Him.