2. Taper Madness. 7 more days. I am nervous. I get nauseous anytime I think of getting to the starting line and waiting in my corral to go. Plus, my IT band started acting up during the virtual 10 K I did last weekend. It is my own fault, I have done too much running on a track over the past few weeks and I did not switch directions! So, I am icing, stretching and rolling my leg several times a day. And I am doing lots of cross training. My PT said I should be fine for race day. I think my IT band worries may be due to the fact that I am tapering. Every ache and pain is something major: over the past week I have had: Shin Splints (oh, great my legs will be burning during the marathon), ITBS (my knee will be in so much pain, I will have to crawl to the finish line, Random leg pain?: It is either compartment syndrome or the beginning of a stress fracture. Sheesh! Enough already!
3. I wish all the race time prediction calculators were correct. If I plug in my time from my virtual 10K from last weekend (which I took easy), I should finish the marathon at my "dream" goal time of 4:30 (ie: if everything is going my way that day). I would love that to happen, but I am not counting on it. Ultimately, I will be happy if I finish under 5 hours.
4. J has become a reader! J learned to read a while ago, but has never read on his own. If he does not have to read for school, he will not read it. A week ago a friend recommended the Magic Tree House books. She let us borrow a few. A couple days later, I handed one to J and said "read this until I have all your books out for school." I got the books out and he was still reading. I decided to do school with K. We finished. J was still reading. I decided to let him read until he stopped. A little while later, he looked at me, big smile on his face, and said, "Mom, I finished the book." He read whole second book of the series later that day. I just put a few more on hold at the library!
5. I am pages away from being finished with One Thousand Gifts by Ann Voskamp. I LOVED the book. It got better and better as it went along and I underlined several sentences because I want their messages to stay with me. I will admit, I still do not like Ann's style of writing, but the book's message is incredible.
6. If you think of it, please pray for my grandfather. He has gone into kidney failure. Pray that if it is God's will that he recover, that he recover quickly. But if it is his time to die, that he have a peaceful death.
7. I have not one, but four knights in shining armor. I feel like a queen!
(I started writing this post months ago, but have not had time to refine it and finish it. I have felt the need to hit "publish" lately though. Maybe it is because Hope is too quickly approaching 12 months old and my desire to share it's sentiments would be lost soon. Or maybe it is because this week is the March for Life and the sacredness of life is before me in a precious little girl and I want to remember that, in words, here. But whatever the reason, here is our story of seeking God's will and and being open to life.)
Shortlyafter we announced that we wereexpectingbaby Hope, I felt that I needed to
share ourNFPstory. Partially, it was because
we had so many people say thingslike, "What a
miracle!" or share stories of how people they knew were infertile, adopted
and then had a baby of their own, thatI feltthat many people probably got the
wrong idea about why we had three boys, waited a while and adopted and then
found out we were expecting a baby wh…
So, by the time Andrew was 18 months old, we knew God was
saying no to having more children at the time.
And, as mentioned before, He provided so much peace about it, that we
knew we had discerned correctly. Yet,
even with that peace, I had to mourn the fact the we might not ever have any
more children. Yes, we were still open
to life, of course, but from the time after Andrew’s birth, until today, we
practiced NFP faithfully to avoid pregnancy.
And it took time to accept that we might not have any more
children. There were times when I would
hold a friend’s new born baby and then go home and cry because I knew I might
not ever know the joy of holding my own baby again. We live in a community where life is
celebrated and families are large.
Usually more than one friend is pregnant at a time. In those early days, each pregnancy
announcement was met with great joy for the friend, but often left me with an
empty feeling. I understood, in many
She was born on a Tuesday during Primary season of the presidential election. Once settled into my room, I remember the TV being on and the news was all about secured presidential nominations. The following morning, I scrolled through my Facebook feed and there was a great deal of incredulity. Despair and hopelessness even. I quickly turned away from it and struggled to get out of the bed, to begin my c-section recovery. I had a precious little baby, Hope, to take care of after all. I couldn't get swept up in the emotions of the what is going on in our nation, in the upcoming election.
And since Hope's birth, there have been many crazy, hard to believe, tragic events. And during that time, my main focus has been on this precious life, on Hope. It has been amazing how focused I have been on Hope and my job as her mother.
I need to nurse Hope.
Help Hope grow.
I need to hold on to Hope.
As I heard the news about the tragedy in Orlando, I was…