The Birth Story of Molly Joy Reynolds

One thing I have found so fun to read over the last 9 months is birth stories. Each one is so dramatically different and the exciting thing about waiting for labor is you never know what you're gonna get. Molly's entrance into this world is not at all what I expected.

On Saturday night/Sunday morning at midnight Jamie and I were just getting ready to go to bed. As we were literally crawling towards our pillows, my first contraction hit. When you are a first time mom you expect to be laboring at home for quite a while...I was thinking it might be at least 7 hours at home before I had the necessary contractions that were about 5 minutes apart to be admitted into labor and delivery. I had lot of Braxton Hicks contractions that never went anywhere for several weeks, so we began the waiting to see if these would continue and not just vanish. My first 3 or 4 contractions were already 5 to 7 minutes apart though and I decided during that time I was going to take a bath.

By 12:30 the contractions had moved to 3 minutes apart and my water broke...not in a gush, but definitely started leaking. That is when I told Jamie, okay this is really happening we need to start getting ready to go to the hospital and "this is happening really fast." So Jamie began running around the house trying to get everything taken care of. He was getting our dog Bryson ready to be shipped out in the backyard for the night, wrapping up work e-mails, and pulling together the last minute list of things we needed to pack that couldn't be packed earlier (phone chargers, medicines, etc...). Thank God I had posted this list above our already packed bags, because there is no way I would have been of sound mind to communicate these things to him. I, on the other hand, made friends with our toilet as I had (er...how do I say this) stomach issues and simultaneously started vomiting all over the bathroom floor. Beautiful...I know!

Jamie came in and cleaned up, as I got back into the tub to labor. My contractions by 1am consistently were 1 minute and 30 seconds apart and consistently lasted at least a minute...wow! Crazy. At that point, I was like "Okay...we have got to leave for the hospital NOW." From everything I read, contractions that close together meant transition, which is the last stage of labor before pushing. Yet, I didn't really think I was in transition. Jamie packed up the car as I put clothes on in between contractions.

As we left the house, Jamie asks "should we call the hospital and tell them that we are coming?" My response was "Ummm no. By the time I call them we will already be there." Thankfully, the hospital is only a 10 minute drive from our house. As I sat down to check in while Jamie parked the car, I was leaking water ALL over their chairs and apologizing to the check-in lady profusely. Around this time I remember my contractions stayed about the same in length, but increased 10-fold in intensity. My back was in tons of pain...aka "back labor". In triage a nurse was trying to ask me questions, but Jamie was having to answer all of them bc I couldn't speak. We were only there for about 3 to 5 minutes before another nurse asked about my water breaking. With no shame, I just pulled my pants down to show her the situation. She said "Okayyyy! Let's go get you a labor room." This still makes me chuckle.

Speed forward and we are in the room and I got a check to see how far along I was....only at 1.5/2cm dilated! What? I was almost that at my dr.'s appointment on Tuesday? Then began the waiting on my epidural. For anyone who has had back labor...I am so sorry. It was so dramatically different than the contractions I was having at home. I was pressing my head against the wall while Jamie massaged my back and the next day I had a bruise on my forehead because I guess without realizing it, I was pressing so hard. I remember during those contractions feeling at the end of my rope.

At about 2:30am I got the epidural. Oh that sweet sweet juice! Ahhhhh...such a sigh of relief. There is nothing about getting the epidural that I regret at all. It was the perfect decision for me. After that I felt like I could be more present in the moment and it started setting in that Jamie and I were going to have a baby. We could then hold a conversation and kept saying "Oh my gosh! We are going to have a baby today. She is really going to be here soon."

At my next check at 3:30ish, I had progressed to 3cm. Around that time we decided we better get a little rest because it was going to be a long day. Jamie slept and I...well rested at least. All night I had this amazing nurse, Lauren, who took such good care of me. Because the epidural would wear off on one side or another, she kept helping me turn to one side or another so I could remain comfortable. Her and I had some good conversations while Jamie was knocked out. I asked her if Molly had hair, since she did my last check and she said yes. That made me really excited! I also asked her when she thought we would have her...to which she replied "I think you'll have her this afternoon."

At 8am there was a shift change and I had to say goodbye to Lauren (major frowny face here), but she said she had another night shift in just 12 hours and so she would come meet our baby girl in recovery. Anita was my new nurse and she did an excellent job as well. Around this time, I sent Jamie to go get some breakfast downstairs. I took this opportunity to call my Mom and update her on how I was doing. Jamie had called her initially in the middle of the night just to let them know we were at the hospital. After our quick conversation, Anita checked me again and said "Okay, well you are at a 9 and a half. It looks like you are going to have this baby soon." I called Jamie and was said..."Get back up here!"

My doctor and Jamie came in and she said "I am going to make rounds, let you labor down and come back in an hour to deliver Molly." Laboring down is where they let the baby naturally move down some into the birth canal, which saves pushing time and since I had the epidural that was fine with me. But right after she said that, I remember feeling this strong contraction and I made a weird face and let out a grunt. The doctor and Anita looked at each other and decided to give me another check, which is when the doc said "Okayyyy. So I am not going anywhere! You are ready to have this baby RIGHT NOW." She threw on her gown and they started preparing Molly's crib frantically. Before I knew it, Jamie whose plan was to remain up by my head and not see the gory show, was told to grab a leg and help me push. So much for that plan!

After 19 minutes of pushing at 8:49am on Sunday, May 24th, Molly shot out of me like a cannon and flopped out onto the table so quickly no one could catch her! It scared the crap out of Jamie. What can I say...Molly is impatient like her Momma! They placed her on my chest all bloody, beautiful and screaming. Mmmmm...what an awesome moment. Streams of tears were flowing down both our faces. It is hard to describe what a rush of love you immediately have for this new precious little life. This baby that we had longed for and prayed for was finally here safe, healthy, and beautiful. Praise God for this precious gift!!! We are so undeserving of this blessing! There are not enough words to describe the goodness of this time!

There are so many things that I am thankful for...a quick first delivery, pain meds that worked, modern medicine that made infertility treatment possible, her health, the fact that even though I did have a 2nd degree tear it could have been much much worse, an awesome husband who also is an awesome father, and most of all an awesome God that helped us to conceive this child!!

Isn't Jamie so handsome holding her? Geez I married well!

At birth Molly Joy Reynolds weighed 7 lbs even and was exactly 20" long. 

Thanks for reading everyone! 

The Nursery Tour

Alas, the nursery tour! The final details have just been finished before our little girl makes her big debut and I am so excited to share them with you here! While Jamie was busy preparing taxes this spring, I...well I was busy working my magic on this room. Three years ago when Jamie and I first looked at this house, which is a rental by the way, I remember very distinctly hoping to one day be able to turn this room into a nursery and thinking that the nook between the two closets would be a great place for a crib. It quickly became Jamie's office, musical equipment storage space, and general hoarding headquarters. I can't really blame him though, because the majority of his stuff wasn't allowed in the entertaining parts of the house, which is ALL other rooms.

Now that it is finished as baby girl's room, Jamie and I love spending time in here. We feel like it is a magical space. The lighting got replaced from a general fan light to track lighting and everything just sparkles...especially at night. It just has a soft warm glow.

Some Design Elements
The color scheme is very girly, but I also was very conscious about what items I would reuse for future children and made those items all black or gold. My philosophy has always been use paint as your accent color with pillows AND not furniture. Paint and pillows you can replace in a room for less than $100, but replacing major furniture pieces can add up to major bucks. If we ever have a boy, I would love to use rich emerald greens and golds with all of the major pieces from the room. The black and white striped drapes seem very parisian, but again could be used in a boys rooms in the future.

The crib is a Jenny Lind spindle crib in ebony that was gifted to us by my parents. I handmade the fitted gold chevron sheet for the mattress and couldn't help but place a little sparkly gold sequin pillow in there, though that will come out before she actually sleeps in there. Our plan is for her to sleep in a rock-n-play next to our bed for the first few weeks or months. The dust ruffle I handmade using really nice (and highly discounted) silk. It is also hiding boxes of diapers.

The feather artwork on either side of her crib, I drew myself and framed in (gasp) dollar store frames. Above and below the feathers are the following scriptures:

"Before I formed you in the
womb I knew you,
before you were born

I set you apart;
I appointed you
as a prophet to the nations.”
- Jeremiah 1 : 5

 “For you created
my inmost being;
you knit me together
in my mother's womb.”

-   Psalm 139 : 13

a    This room has wonderful storage for a nursery because it has two separate small closets. One will be used for her hanging clothes and the other houses lots of functional items like a diaper genie, her bouncer, her baby tub, etc.... 

I made these hanging clothing separators by size.

The rocking upholstered chair and ottoman was actually owned by my Grandma Jean and I had it reupholstered in a black herringbone velvet. Not only is it soft and cozy to sit in, but I figured black is gender neutral for all future babies AND if God forbid one of the kids ever gets a hole of markers and goes crazy, you won't see a thing.

Next to the chair is a gold bar cart. I know at first this may seem a bit impractical..."a bar cart for a baby? Really?"...but I figured this would be an item that could become like a mobile station for books, craft items, and toys. Down the road, I would love to move this piece into the living room or perhaps use it for occasional outside entertaining. For now it has a large black and white basket full of baby blankets and a bin for all of the amazing books that I was gifted with from my showers. Next to it is an adorable black and white rocking horse, which was given to us from my sister-in-law, Amy.

The IKEA dresser was a hand me down gift from my parents and I replaced the knobs in a gold to match the room. All of baby girls clothes are washed and organized by size in various drawers (newborn, 0-3, 3-6, etc...). I also have drawers dedicated for diapers, swaddlers, hair bows and hats, and much more.

The shelves over the dresser are simply inexpensive black shelves from Home Depot with a mix of gold, black and white accents. The pink rattan box houses all kinds of necessary baby items like diapers, diaper creams, wipes, etc...One of my favorite pieces is a graphic print I made that says "You Are Our Greatest Adventure" over a black and white image from my maternity photoshoot. 

Apothecary jars filled with clear baby pacifiers and baby grooming items rest on a gold lacquered tray.

The little piece of artwork was actually cut out of a card given to me by Stacy Wareham.

So...now we wait for her arrival! We feel so blessed to have such a magical space to bring her home to! We would love continued prayers for a healthy and safe arrival of Baby Girl Reynolds. I am 37 weeks pregnant, so now it is just a waiting game...though I have a feeling she is stubborn like her mom and probably will wait till the last minute! Thanks again for all your love, prayers, and support!

Mother's Day & Jumbled Emotions

Let me just start by saying this Mother's Day 2015 I have so much to be thankful for. In particular, I am extremely blessed to have a healthy pregnancy and be preparing for the arrival of our first daughter, due June 2nd. Yet, I have to be honest that this year I am having a lot of mixed emotions about this day.

Last year, I remember waking up, thinking I would be fine, going to church, and barely making it through the door before my heart felt like it was going to burst into a million pieces. After crying on a few friends shoulders, I put my sunglasses on and sat in the back row of the sanctuary. People were saying the sweetest things to me, knowing that it was a hard day, but it just made it harder for me to keep it together. At that point, I was pretty embarrassed because I IN NO WAY wanted my own struggle to take away from Moms who really needed and deserved to be honored. 10 minutes into service, I snuck out. I went home, set up my hammock in the yard, listened to music, prayed, cried, and made myself a safe zone where I could just acknowledge the heartache of infertility.

This year's Mother's Day is met by a different heartache for me, in that it lines up with my 36th week of pregnancy, which would have been the twins birthday. 36 weeks of pregnancy is considered full-term for mothers carrying twins. So in many ways, this day feels more like a remembrance of the miscarriage of Riley than a celebration of the life growing inside of me. I have had so many people tell us that we should really celebrate this first mother's day together, but something about that just doesn't sit right with me given our circumstances. In lots of ways, I feel more like a mom to Riley than I do to the baby girl I have not yet birthed into this world. Believe me I know that is strange. I also wonder about mom's who have children on this earth, but experienced a loss of a child or a miscarriage this year...does Mother's Day feel like a harder day to celebrate? Many mother's have never experienced a loss of a child, but have lost their own mom's and I am sure that is quite conflicting as well.

I don't want my first Mother's day to be filled with sadness. Soooooooo I am proclaiming that next year is going to be my First (celebrated) Mother's Day.

On a much lighter note...Can I also just tease about HOW NOT FAIR it is that just a few days or weeks after I go through hours and maybe days of labor, birth a human out of my lady parts, and am in the throws of major bodily recuperation ...probably wearing pads that, let's be honest, might as well be adult diapers that Jamie...yes Jamie... gets to celebrate HIS First Father's Day. Seriously? That is a joke right? I know that sounds selfish, but I am a little bitter. Thankfully, we laugh about it together and I think he recognizes the injustice of the situation. This is also why I told him that he better really plan something special for me next year! Being a planner, I will say that I did go ahead and buy all his Father's Day gifts in advance. A little something sentimental with a few things really practical that he needs.

Thanks for reading! Thanks for listening! Thanks for supporting us through some of the hard stuff, but also celebrating with us as we prepare for this new bundle of joy coming very soon!

The Babymoon

"Come, my lover, let us go to the countryside, let us spend the night in the villages. Let us go early to the vineyards to see if the vines have budded, if their blossoms have opened, and if the pomegranates are in bloom--there I will give you my love." 

-Song of Songs 7:11-12

What is a "babymoon" you ask? A "babymoon" is a honeymoon-like vacation that you take before the baby comes. It gives couples a last minute chance to reconnect and spend quality time together before their lives become all about recovering from labor, poopy diapers, and sleepless nights. I love how The Bible does not ignore the fact that couples need time to connect with each other and occasionally have a vacation!

Well Jamie and I had the privilege of taking a babymoon together these past few days and man was it relaxing. When we looked into where we should get away to, originally I wanted to go to Charleston or Savannah, BUT those are cities where you almost have to walk everywhere (more like pregnant waddle) AND if it rains there is not a whole lot to do. Being that we were going to go in April (one of the rainiest months of the year) we needed a place where we could do a lot of things indoors if the weather wasn't great and where we could drive everywhere. Hmmmm.....

So we came up with the idea to go to Pigeon Forge/Gaitlinburg area in the Tennessee mountains. Everyone who has ever been knows that it is very...hmmmm...cheesy, BUT it is lots of fun! We went to the Ripley's Believe It Or Not Aquarium, the Hatfield and the McCoy's dinner feud show, saw a romantic movie, did some light shopping at the Tanger Outlets, went on the huge 200' high Smokey Mountain Ferris Wheel to see beautiful mountain views, ate a bunch of good barbeque (including some of the most amazing bbq nachos with queso...heck yes!), and swam in the heated indoor pool at the hotel to our hearts content. It did rain a lot, so I was glad that we choose the location we did.

Our energy levels were pretty well matched because Jamie was recuperating from tax season, which ended the day before we left, and I ...well I am 8 months pregnant where the saying "feeling tired" is an understatement. The first morning on our vacation, we woke up late, got breakfast downstairs, went swimming, and THEN decided we wanted to nap for a while. Normally, Jamie loves to nap and I am anxious to go see everything, but this trip we really balanced laying around and not pushing ourselves too hard with a couple of really fun outings.

Below Are Some of My Favorite Pics from the Trip

Hatfield's & McCoy's Dinner Show

Just trying this thing out for when Baby Girl Reynolds starts dating!!

The Aquarium

 We teased that this large very slow moving fish was Jamie's "spirit animal". 

 How cute is this photo? Apparently, both the penguins and The Reynolds are expecting!!

The Smokey Mountain Ferris Wheel

Views from 200' above the city looking at the mountains!

Maternity Photos

 Anyone remember this onsie from when I first told Jamie we were expecting?

 What can I say....I married a piece of work!!

 I keep trying to tell him my bump is better than his, but he doesn't believe me! Lol!

A fun appearance by Mr. Bryson, the Reynold's first real baby of the house!! 

A very special thank you to my friend Kate Joy, who swears up and down that she is not a professional photographer, but who has taken some of the best photos of Jamie and I EVER!!
She extravagantly gifted this photo session to me as a baby shower gift!
Kate you're the best! Love you!!

Showers for Baby Girl Reynolds

In March, I was blessed to have not just one, but TWO amazing baby showers! One was in the DC area and was thrown by my Aunt Beth and my Mom. It was attended with mostly family and had a special appearance by Ellen Marini who I was privileged to finally be touching baby bumps with (she is pregnant with her 4th). I enjoyed spending time with my sister-in-law Katy and getting to see cousins and aunts who I haven't seen for a long time! My Aunt Peggy (my Mom's BFF since college) blessed me with a fun tricycle diaper cake (how creative!!) and Aunt Beth's newly remodeled kitchen provided the perfect backdrop for a beautiful celebration.

In Greensboro, my small group girls, consisting of Emily Trader, Emily Tinsley, Jamie Springer, Liz Hinshaw, and Jenny Tinder, threw me a wonderful and very emotional shower to celebrate our upcoming addition to the Reynolds clan. My shower in Greensboro had lots of time to reflect on the tough journey that Jamie and I took to get to this place and had lots of happy tears. I woke up extra early the morning of to spend some quiet time in prayer in the nursery. Tears were flowing as I sat in thankful awe of all that God had done and imagined just how far he carried me over the last few years. My mom drove down from DC and she started falling apart only minutes within walking in the door and meeting my sweet friends. She was told "well now I know where Emily gets it from"....sooooo true!! My mother-in-law (Momma Terry), sister-in-law, and niece (Gianna) were able to make it in from the Outer Banks of North Carolina. Momma Terry gave the sweetest speech. Let me just say that I seriously lucked out in the mother-in-law department!! Katie Nash came down from Virginia, past students turned good friends came, my boss and girlfriend from RCC was there, and friends of all ages from church attended! The women who prayed with me through infertility said such heartfelt things. Through many conversations everyone agreed that Jamie was going to be a great daddy!!

Between both showers I was extremely blessed with so many things that we really needed and lots of fun gifts too! When I say blessed....I mean almost embarrassingly so! Every shower I came home from, I would have Jamie unload the gifts and you should have seen the look on his face at the sheer amount of baby stuff we were gifted with. But what I am truly most overwhelmed by is how blessed I am to have such wonderful friends and family who have supported us through such a hard time and who now are celebrating with us as we prepare to welcome this very wanted and loved baby girl into the world.

Dream A Little Dream With Me...

So just this past Tuesday I hit the start of my 3rd trimester! Wow! It seems like it is going by so fast and so slow all at the same time! I can't believe how much the baby is moving! Jamie has started being able to see her move from the outside.

A few weeks ago a friend recommended that I share all of my crazy pregnancy dreams. So here are a few! Warning these make absolutely no sense, but prepare to be amused!

I had a dream where I...

...was dating Matthew McConaughey. Jamie didn't exist in this dream. But anyways....Matthew lived on an old trolley car (which was kind of cool), but I wasn't really that into him so of course I was forced to break it off. In the end, we decided it was better to be friends who occasionally made out. What? Like you have control over all your dreams! Lol.

...lived in a war zone and was on a mission to save this girl who was being kept hostage in a dog kennel. I arrived at the house where she was being kept, but had to pretend to ignore her and be a confidant of the people keeping her hostage. In the end, I escaped with her somehow, though the details are fuzzy on exactly how that happened. Later, I was preparing to go into battle and I remember being really nervous. There was a large rolling cart of mattresses that I was standing on as this rolling cart was whizzing through cobblestone streets, I was holding a flame thrower along with two other leader-type guys and we were about to be entering into a battle zone.

...hmm...how do I describe this one? I had a period of time when I was progesterone support and I noticed that I had really dark scary dreams when I was on the progesterone pills, anywho....Basically, I was on this farm where a Bam Margera type character was torturing all of these cattle with his friends...breaking their legs and laughing about it...really sick stuff like that. The dream felt very demonic. Somehow I managed to get a hold of a gun and I shot all of the bad guys, but then I had to shoot the animals that were suffering because that was the humane thing to do.

...was administering an exam to my class, which had about 100 students in it. We only had a 50 minute class period for this very long exam, so I was already stressing out. After I opened up class, I asked the students if they had any questions before I gave out the exam. Over 15 students raised their hand. Sensing that a lot of them were trying to toy with the time constraints of the exam, I re-phrased my question to say "Does anyone have concepts from the book that you have questions about?" Everyone's hands went down. "Great! Let's gets started." A magical helper appeared and assisted me in handing out the exams. During the end of the exam, the students were suppose to go out in the hallway and refer to a set of informative posters  to answer the last few questions on the test (I don't know...lol). Well students started filtering out into the hallway, BUT there was this school gang that had chains and they were forcing my students into this warehouse for gang initiations. When I tried to see where my students were being led off to, I myself got led away by the gang too. Scared to death of what I was about to see, I was pleasantly surprised to find that this gang was teaching students about an online business adventure where they sold baby clothes through a website (can you tell I was doing too much online baby shopping during this period?). The demonstration included robots selecting items off of racks for orders and placing them in shipping boxes.

...was in a room with all mirrors and I was waiting to meet the Emperor. There was lots of interior details that I was oooing and awwing over.

...was at a 25 week ob appointment getting a check-up on the baby and I sneezed! I sneezed so hard that the baby shot out of me! I laid her down on some table was trying to get a nurse to help me so we could get her over to a NICU as soon as possible.

...that there was a plus-size model who was making fun of how big my hips were getting. In my dream, I was really offended and crying profusely. When I woke up, I was really shaken up about it. Feeling very self conscious, I told Jamie who was half out of it. He reached over as I was laying on my side, touched what he thought was my belly and said "Is that your baby belly?" I started crying (in real life) and said "THAT'S MY HIP!!" Oh pregnancy hormones!!!

...was at my mother-in-laws house giving birth. There were lots of people around me and I didn't really care. When she was born, she was covered in dirt and coffee grinds. My sister-in-law (Amy) and one of Jamie's cousins went with Jamie to wash the dirt off of her in the shower. Jamie came out of the shower and we embraced each other and started crying because we couldn't believe we finally had a baby and were parents. They brought the baby over to us and she had super chiseled model cheeks that were very pink, like she had on lots of blush, but they were all natural. Then my mother-in-law was trying to get everyone to clean up the house so she could host a viewing party for people to come see our new little edition.

Those are just a few! I am pretty glad that the period of me being on progesterone pills is over. Though I slept really really deeply, I had a lot of nightmares on those pills.

I have a feeling the closer I get to her due date that I will have more and more dreams about delivery, which I am kind of excited about.  Stay tuned! A lot of really fun updates are coming to the blog including pictures from baby showers, details about our babymoon, and, the post I am most looking forward to, giving you guys a tour of the babies room when it is finished!!!

Why Me?

Why me? This is the question I have been asking myself a lot lately. Why am I getting to experience some of the greatest joys in this life? I remember very vividly the sorrow of being single. Now I bask in days with a loving husband...Why me? Going to a fantastic job where I get to teach students about interior design...a career that was long ago just a dream...Why me? Being surrounded by a community of friends and a church that has loved on Jamie and I during some really dark days...why me? And now...being pregnant!!!

To think that God is using me to grow a tiny human....WOW! What an extravagant blessing! I don't deserve this goodness! Sure I love to talk about all of the funny things that this pregnancy is doing to my body, but in my heart I am truly left undone that this is even happening.

At our anatomy ultrasound, I was amazed at all that is going on inside with our baby girl. There is a brain with 2 hemispheres and all the individual parts, a spine, 10 fingers and 10 toes, femur bones for each leg, and I could go on and on. I am reminded of Psalm 139:13.

"For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother's womb."

 

Some cute photos of Baby Girl Reynolds from our 16 week ultrasound. 

It is really cool to think that you and I were both formed in our mother's wombs. The human body is fascinating, detailed, delicate, and, yet, so resilient. You and I both started out as an embryo...smaller than a fleck of dust...naked to the human eye. It is astonishing to imagine that my daughter now has ovaries with 7 million eggs! Half of the DNA of ALL of the grandchildren she will EVER have are nestled inside of my womb. Life is so precious and God in His goodness created every single step of this amazing process! Knowing that this is taking place within...all I can ask is why me?

There were many days when I wept because I did not know if this gift would ever be bestowed to me. A few weeks ago, I went to the store to buy prenatal vitamins and as funny as this sounds, it was quite emotional for me. You see I had bought prenatal vitamins for years, hoping that one day I would receive a miracle. Though my obgyn was insistent that I stay on them, buying prenatal vitamins became painful for me because the more bottles I bought over the years, the more sad I became that I was not yet pregnant. It seemed like a waste of money and, more importantly, it was an unwanted reminder that I was infertile. Last year, I bought a huge bottle and prayed "God...please, please, please make the next bottle of prenatal vitamins I purchase be while I am pregnant." So you can see that when I purchased them recently, I was reminded of my answer to prayer. With a smile on my face, brushing tears away in the middle of the family planning aisle at Walgreens I was in thankful awe.

"The whole earth is filled with awe at your wonders; where morning dawns, where evening fades, you call forth songs of joy." - Psalm 65:8

Songs of joy He is surely due. Yet, I am also flooded with reminders that though my prayer for a pregnancy has been answered, there are many women still praying similar prayers. I am broken hearted over those I know who are still struggling with infertility or the ability to bring children into this world. Often I think, "Weren't they next God? They have more years of trying under their belt than we did or have had more heart wrenching pain with child loss. I am thankful, but I also don't get it." For those of you still in the struggle, my prayer is that you will have mentors through this who really see you and that God answers these deep desires for children.

The truth is I don't know or understand why. But I am assured of one thing...His goodness is just as good on the day we get our answer to prayer and just as good on our most beautifully triumphant days as it is on the days we are in painful prayer. As I am caught between an astounding answer to prayer for pregnancy and anxious prayers for the healthy arrival of this child in our arms, I need to be reminded of this myself .

"Every good and perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of the heavenly lights, who does not change like shifting shadows." - James 1:17

"Jesus Christ is the same yesterday, today and forever." - Hebrews 13:8

Drumroll Please...Pink or Blue?

Boy oh boy....

Jamie and I couldn't be more excited. We had always dreamed of having a little girl, though I really would have been happy with a boy too. By the time we go into ultrasounds all I want to hear is a healthy heartbeat! We found out just before Christmas and it was fun to tell my parents in person! Can't wait to share an upcoming blog about the design plans for the baby's room!