Today I said "freaking" in front of a class. As in, "You have got to be freaking kidding me!" It was the only thing that could possibly fit a situation in which a group of 11-13 year old students had no concept of following procedure that had been set since last August.
Also, I had a class of kindergarten students get in trouble today for meditating loudly during instruction time. How do I call their parents? What should I say to let their parents know what happened?
Yes Ms. Smith, I'm sorry to bother you, but I wanted to let you know the Jeremy wrote me an apology today for meditating during class. It was very disruptive and caused us to stop our activity before we could get back on task.
peace.
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
PSA
I reread some of the previous blogs as a reflection on pregnancy yesterday. I just want to apologize for my pregnant brain and lack of proof reading that has been a part of this whole process. I'm almost embarrassed. But, in all reality, I'm too tired to care enough.
While I am scared poopless to be a parent, I am excited to be done being pregnant. Each day just gets a little bit harder...and I still have about 12 weeks to go.
peace.
PS In the process of writing this e mail I had to correct 6 word choices, for instance, I initially typed "e mail" instead of "blog." See what I mean? And to make matters funnier I realized I just did the same thing in this portion. The word "e mail" should be blog. But I'm too lazy to correct it. Instead I'll just continue typing about it...
While I am scared poopless to be a parent, I am excited to be done being pregnant. Each day just gets a little bit harder...and I still have about 12 weeks to go.
peace.
PS In the process of writing this e mail I had to correct 6 word choices, for instance, I initially typed "e mail" instead of "blog." See what I mean? And to make matters funnier I realized I just did the same thing in this portion. The word "e mail" should be blog. But I'm too lazy to correct it. Instead I'll just continue typing about it...
Sunday, April 19, 2009
And yet another story from the battle...
When Micah and I watch movies we sometimes push the couches in the living room together so we can hold hands while still having some space. Today I thought it would be really funny to climb my big belly on top of Micah before rolling over to my designated chillaxing spot on the loveseat.
My plan majorly backfired.
I am not graceful to begin with...Micah has this really great story from when we were first dating and I rolled off the couch and fell flat on the floor without trying to buffer the fall at all.
So I crawled onto Micah, put myself flat on top of him, and started to roll to my couch-but my knee someone went between the couches. This caused the couches to separate from each other and I fell on my left ankle with my right knee. The right knee slid off the ankle and crashed into the floor.
If that wasn't enough, I thought it was pretty funny. But in the process of getting off the floor I kneed Elmer right in the face, which I didn't find entertaining. So I started crying, hard, while still laughing about the fall. My mixed emotions got the better of me and after a few moments I could no longer breathe.
It was awful.
And now I'm just tired, but deeply in love with my wonderful husband who manages to love me and recognize that I'm not completely crazy. There are reasons to stick this out...you know, small things like a fabulous house in the 'hood and large things like our daughter who will be here in 3 months!
On a side note, we had a wonderful weekend. We went to Bloomington for a few days and nights, enjoyed some time together, and came home yesterday. It was amazing to get away and just "be" together.
Yesterday we registered at Target. And it is nice to have that done as well. :)
peace.
My plan majorly backfired.
I am not graceful to begin with...Micah has this really great story from when we were first dating and I rolled off the couch and fell flat on the floor without trying to buffer the fall at all.
So I crawled onto Micah, put myself flat on top of him, and started to roll to my couch-but my knee someone went between the couches. This caused the couches to separate from each other and I fell on my left ankle with my right knee. The right knee slid off the ankle and crashed into the floor.
If that wasn't enough, I thought it was pretty funny. But in the process of getting off the floor I kneed Elmer right in the face, which I didn't find entertaining. So I started crying, hard, while still laughing about the fall. My mixed emotions got the better of me and after a few moments I could no longer breathe.
It was awful.
And now I'm just tired, but deeply in love with my wonderful husband who manages to love me and recognize that I'm not completely crazy. There are reasons to stick this out...you know, small things like a fabulous house in the 'hood and large things like our daughter who will be here in 3 months!
On a side note, we had a wonderful weekend. We went to Bloomington for a few days and nights, enjoyed some time together, and came home yesterday. It was amazing to get away and just "be" together.
Yesterday we registered at Target. And it is nice to have that done as well. :)
peace.
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
Last night...
Last night was hard. I was a hormonal tornado.
In the process of sorting clothes, I knocked a whole glass of water into the clean clothes basket. Which, of course, lead to a complete mental and emotional breakdown. I SOBBED for a good 15 minutes.
During this time I got incredibly upset with Micah because of his response to the question, "If you could have a baby, would you?" He answered that he couldn't have a baby, but if he could he would. But he paused before answering me.
And that pause determined my thought that he was completely lying to me.
So then I got really mad at him because he couldn't have a baby.
This seriously happened.
Today we had another doctor's appointment. It was pretty great. A lot of our questions were answered about the birth, after the baby, and future planning of our family.
Miss Bell's heartbeat was a strong 150. I am measuring a little large and have a suspected bladder infection. So that means more fun testing in the near future! WHOO HOO! I don't have gestational diabetes, but am slightly anemic.
The sad part is that as long as I maintain a healthy baby, no more unltrasounds. :(
peace.
In the process of sorting clothes, I knocked a whole glass of water into the clean clothes basket. Which, of course, lead to a complete mental and emotional breakdown. I SOBBED for a good 15 minutes.
During this time I got incredibly upset with Micah because of his response to the question, "If you could have a baby, would you?" He answered that he couldn't have a baby, but if he could he would. But he paused before answering me.
And that pause determined my thought that he was completely lying to me.
So then I got really mad at him because he couldn't have a baby.
This seriously happened.
Today we had another doctor's appointment. It was pretty great. A lot of our questions were answered about the birth, after the baby, and future planning of our family.
Miss Bell's heartbeat was a strong 150. I am measuring a little large and have a suspected bladder infection. So that means more fun testing in the near future! WHOO HOO! I don't have gestational diabetes, but am slightly anemic.
The sad part is that as long as I maintain a healthy baby, no more unltrasounds. :(
peace.
Sunday, April 12, 2009
Hope
Micah and I are dorks...nerds...geeks...whatever you want to call it, we're totally square.
In the 9 months we have been married so far, we have come to realize that we enjoy the finer parts of life like Buffy the Vampire Slayer, the X-Files, Firefly, and-the newest addiction-Battlestar Galactica. Not to mention zombies, vampires, and a myriad of other science fiction.
These have been both a bonding experience and comforting as we have navigated these first 9 months. We never intended on having a baby so quickly, our hope was that we would learn to be married first, but that in itself is a bonding experience for many reasons. It's nice to have an escape from the constant excitement my hormones bring to our relationship.
I mentioned in a recent blog post that I had been feeling better...those feelings left a few days ago. The honeymoon of second trimester is over, and the day I entered the third I could understand why the second could be compared to paradise. Praise God that He carried both Micah and I through the month of March. From a career standpoint, we could not have asked for a bigger blessing than how well I was feeling.
I hear the service at CG was amazing today. I feel like I should know, being that I was there, but I don't feel like I got to experience much. I felt like poo. While worshiping at the end of the service, I became overwhelmed. I'm tired of feeling like this. While I attended the majority of the Revelation series, I don't remember much of it. It's a struggle to experience worship, partake in communion, and just be with God when I am fighting my body.
This morning at church, on Easter Sunday of all days, I gave up hope of feeling better.
And it's been a hard day. I never realized how I would cling to hope and allow it to carry me through the times of poo. And out of all things to help me come to this realization, it wasn't reading about the Love of Christ displayed on the cross or the promise to the criminal that He would see him in Paradise.
It was Battlestar Galactica.
Micah and I started the third season today, and about 2/3 of the way through the first episode I just started crying. Crying to the point that we had to stop the video and Micah needed to just hold me. You see, the setting had been displayed as a place void of hope. To the point where I felt no hope...and it was a struggle to watch < BSG >.
As Micah was holding me, we started the video again. And it I would have waited about 3 minutes, a message from one ship to another would have popped onto the screen telling me to, "Have Hope."
peace.
In the 9 months we have been married so far, we have come to realize that we enjoy the finer parts of life like Buffy the Vampire Slayer, the X-Files, Firefly, and-the newest addiction-Battlestar Galactica. Not to mention zombies, vampires, and a myriad of other science fiction.
These have been both a bonding experience and comforting as we have navigated these first 9 months. We never intended on having a baby so quickly, our hope was that we would learn to be married first, but that in itself is a bonding experience for many reasons. It's nice to have an escape from the constant excitement my hormones bring to our relationship.
I mentioned in a recent blog post that I had been feeling better...those feelings left a few days ago. The honeymoon of second trimester is over, and the day I entered the third I could understand why the second could be compared to paradise. Praise God that He carried both Micah and I through the month of March. From a career standpoint, we could not have asked for a bigger blessing than how well I was feeling.
I hear the service at CG was amazing today. I feel like I should know, being that I was there, but I don't feel like I got to experience much. I felt like poo. While worshiping at the end of the service, I became overwhelmed. I'm tired of feeling like this. While I attended the majority of the Revelation series, I don't remember much of it. It's a struggle to experience worship, partake in communion, and just be with God when I am fighting my body.
This morning at church, on Easter Sunday of all days, I gave up hope of feeling better.
And it's been a hard day. I never realized how I would cling to hope and allow it to carry me through the times of poo. And out of all things to help me come to this realization, it wasn't reading about the Love of Christ displayed on the cross or the promise to the criminal that He would see him in Paradise.
It was Battlestar Galactica.
Micah and I started the third season today, and about 2/3 of the way through the first episode I just started crying. Crying to the point that we had to stop the video and Micah needed to just hold me. You see, the setting had been displayed as a place void of hope. To the point where I felt no hope...and it was a struggle to watch < BSG >.
As Micah was holding me, we started the video again. And it I would have waited about 3 minutes, a message from one ship to another would have popped onto the screen telling me to, "Have Hope."
peace.
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