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Today I am 32 weeks along, the same stage my sister-in-law was at just a few weeks ago when she was told her baby had died. She had to be induced the next day. I can't imagine. I am grateful for my healthy baby girl, but still so sad for my husband's brother and his wife. I am excited for my baby to be born, but dreading making the call to tell them in case it rubs salt in their wounds. I know how I would feel, "My baby would've been a month old by now." I also have fear because I'm not full term yet and I know I'm not immune to having something go wrong either. Life is so miraculous and I try to appreciate that every day when I see my three healthy, sweet boys. One doctor thinks I should be induced at 37 weeks, which is a great cause of stress for me right now. I'm not comfortable with that. My first son was born early due to an infection inducing labor (a very prolonged labor), and my other two were born just a few days after my due date. I can't really imagine this baby being ready that early, but they want to avoid complications in case she gets too big. I always get so nervous about labor until I'm in the moment and then I seem to know exactly what I'm doing and what will happen. I'm hoping I can count on that again and let it be a comfort to me. Like usual, I could use some prayers.
Yesterday I went to a rehearsal for my son's talent show and I met another mom who has a 9 day old baby girl. We chatted for a while and she told me that between her two-year-old and her baby girl, she lost one at 20 weeks due to a rare infection in the placenta. The doctors said there was no way this would happen to her again - it was just too rare. Then her daughter was born 3 weeks early because it did happen again, but thankfully it happened when she was out of the danger zone. There is rarely a moment I'm not grateful for my three healthy boys and that my baby girl due in three months is doing great. I'm not anymore deserving of a healthy baby than anyone else and know that a tragedy could just as easily happen to me. Life is so fragile. It breaks my heart to meet people who have had such a terrible loss. Today I am sorting through the baby girl clothes a friend gave to me - I'm trying to stay on top of that because I have had a few women offer some. It's fun to imagine what she will look like in each outfit. It's going to be so different having a baby that wears dresses, tights, headbands, and those little undies that match the dresses! I already bought her a 4th of July dress for next year thinking how cute it would be to take a photo of her and her brothers - them in their patriotic t-shirts and the fun contrast of her in her dress at 10 months old. A week after my miscarriage a year ago November, we had our Super Tuesday enrichment where one sister taught us how to make these sweet little baby bracelets. I made two with pink gems and one with a light purple. I decided to give the pink ones to my two nieces and was trying to decide who the purple one would go to. I came home and showed them to my husband, telling him the purple one was going to be for our future baby girl, because I knew we would have one. He grinned at me and I put it away in a little keepsake box so I wouldn't lose it. Only three months until she gets to wear it! :D
I am a firm believer that every trial has some kind of lesson or blessing that goes along with it. For instance, today on the news they said the mortgage crisis was causing people to stick it out in their marriages while unable to sell their homes. It reminded me of a study mentioned, I think during General Conference. The majority of couples surveyed who consider themselves to be in an unhappy marriage are happy again 5 years later. So as much as the mortgage crisis stinks, it might actually save some people from making a terrible mistake. Who knew?
This morning I got up at 5:30am to go to the temple with my friend - a really awful hour for this pregnant lady. I was gagging already while we were outside walking towards the entrance and was getting rather nervous about how I would handle the nausea on the inside, especially since I get really warm in there during a session. When we first walked in, it smelled like bleach. I can't stand the smell of any cleaning products ever since I got pregnant - not even my own deodorant. It's really inconvenient. I whispered to my friend that the bleach might be a problem, but I gave it time and I adjusted enough to manage. Then after about 5 minutes, oh my gosh. Someone near me had really bad gas. I'm talking bad. So very, very bad. Luckily it only happened one time because I almost lost it. I forgot about it the rest of the time and enjoyed the session very much, then later on my friend had me cracking-up so hard when she said, "The lady between us had terrible gas and it got worse each time! I started praying really hard for it to stop so you wouldn't throw-up!" I thought that was hilarious because I only smelled it that one time, so I guess her prayer worked for my benefit! But my poor friend didn't escape the torture that was this sister's gas.  Maybe the two contractions I had during the session just distracted me from it really well. I felt bad for whoever had the problem because they were probably pretty embarrassed. Speaking of my deodorant problem I mentioned earlier, I just made my own. I went to The Body Shop and settled on a peppermint scent. It smelled good during that brief moment, but now after two hours of having peppermint scented armpits, I might have to rethink this. If I could just have my sense of smell disabled for the next four months, my life would be so much easier.
I mentioned on the board a friend of mine who is dying of cancer. To add insult to injury, their roof leaked the other day and they need a new one. Friends are aleady planning a fundraiser for next month because of their enormous medical bills and the latest news is so upsetting. So, I was thinking, since they have this great place lined up for the fundraiser, I am going to approach some roofers asking for a free roof for them in exchange for great advertising - a table at the fundraiser and mention from the MC. I hope someone will do this for them. If anyone there is shopping for roofs in the near future, the company will certainly make an impact on them if the did this, and they can display before and after pictures. :) My husband is in construction and is going to ask his boss if he will donate this. If not, he knows some other roofers he can ask. Please pray for them that they will get the roof they need and the money for the medical care. It's only going to get worse. Deborah was already hospitalized for over a week in severe pain. Thank you!
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It's a GIRL!!!!!!!
YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!!!!!!!! The wait is almost over!!!!  After our stake conference today, I took a four hour nap. I had no idea I was that tired. It was a wonderful conference. My next blog will include the results!
In less than a month, my family will be halfway through the Old Testament! I'm thinking we should celebrate in some way. What do you think would be fitting for an "I'm halfway through the Old Testament" party? We're very excited about this. We're also finishing The Book of Mormon for the third time as a family tomorrow night. Woo hoo!!!!! We are so determined to read the entire Bible together. Right now we are in 1st Chronicles, which is somewhat painful with all the "who was the son of ______" with many names we make up our ownpronunciations for because we have no idea what the heck we're doing. I'm thinking the NT will be a breeze compared to this. I'm kind of nervous about our baby throwing us off after he/she is born, but hopefully we'll keep on schedule.
I have to make a long list of people to call who are dying to know what I'm having. I hope I won't have to make 50 "Hey, we couldn't tell what it was" calls.
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