I'm one of them

 

I've always thought pregnant women were just a bit completely ridiculous.

 

When Janelle announced her pregnancy, she posted a silly video of two women singing of the 'smug-ness' of pregnant women.
 

Another friend suggested pregnancy to be 'The Ultimate Excuse', while
 

I've always thought pregnant women carried a certain entitlement above the rest of us, the mere mortals not growing a human inside our bodies, that plain drove me nuts.

 

 

Well, I now raise my white flag and admit that I was a clueless-mean-headed-jerk.

 

In my smug-excuse-ridden-entitlement, I'd like to inform you all that I
 

 am sick as a dog,
 

cry over everything,
from Rob and Kristen's breakup to an over-buttered slice of toast.

I 

Need. More. Sleep.

And 

BM's? 
I don't remember those.

 

Every day is different.  On Sunday, I woke Jody in a rage and informed him that he needed to make an appoinment to get himself snipped almost immediately, and then proceeded to spend the day on the couch eating box after box of saltines while feeling sorry for myself.

 

Yesterday, I woke up ready to conquer the world (and I did).  I sucked on a B-Natal Preggo-Pop for breakfast, cleaned the house, grocery shopped, played with Ayden and made a fantastic dinner for Jody and I.  (Okay, well I thought it was fantastic)

 

Jody and I are marveling  at the strange turn of events our lives have taken. 

Our talks have turned from hiking and vacations to babies and houses. 

Date nights used to be sushi and drinks, now my poor husband is lucky if he gets a slice of cheese on his ham sandwich and a mountain dew for dinner.

 

Jody has been so good to me.  Very patient and full of unnecessry empathy and grace, as I am a tad dramatic.  He takes care of me, cuddles me, buys me peanut M&M's (you can earn my love with these) and even tolerated a somewhat expensive shopping spree I went on this weekend in a fit of Awkward-Body-Blues.  I am so grateful to have a not only supportive, but excited partner 'doing this' with me.  He's in it, and he's fearless.

He's also quite handsome.

 Here he is not enjoying a preggo-pop.  Hey!  Husband's get morning sickness, too!

 

But anyway, 

I just wanted to chat a bit about the weirdandgoodandreal things happening to me/us.

I know reading this is probably somewhat annoying (after all, nobody likes a whiner) but despite the awkwardness of pregnancy so far,

I feel so blessed.  I can't believe there is a heart beating inside me
Reading about Baby Cluster's size, growing body parts and functions amazes me every day.

I mean, really, growing a baby is incredible.  It's absolutely mind boggling, and is the clearest evidence to me that my God is good and faithful and strong...not to mention he's a freakin' genius.


 

 

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Yep, it's happening!

 

If you thought my posts were whiney and dramatic before, then brace yourselves or remove me from your blog list, because now I'm pregnant and crazy.

 

We're...shocked, excited, terrified, ecstatic and everything in between.  We found out just over two weeks ago, and after agreeing to let things 'settle' between us for a while before sharing the news with our friends and loved ones, we discovered several days later that we were both dying to tell somebody, and apparently we can't keep our own secrets.

 

I, of course, wanted/needed to start asking questions.

 

Jody is just very pleased with his man parts.

 

So, here it is.  This is certainly a time for prayer and celebration!  It feels surreal, and I am so very blessed.  Please pray for the health of the little monster (who for the last week seems to be eating me alive from the inside out) and also for me, for said 'issue'.

 

There will be updates to come, as things move along.  This is all still very fresh and new, so gentle support and big prayers for now, please.

 

Isaiah 43:1 has been giving me great peace in the past few weeks, as I've experienced some fear and doubts about my ability to carry and then raise a child.  The Lord says...

 

 

 

'I have summoned you by name; you are mine.'

 

He's got me, and I've got this.

 

Oh Happy Day!



Nothing-ness

It has been a big weekend of nothing-ness here at the Powell residence,

and there has been will be no complaints!

Actually, the nothing-ness is not entirely true.

We were originally planning on spending Labor Day weekend backpacking, but due to some unslightly weather and utter exhaustion from the last two weeks, we decided to forgo the trip this year, and settle for leftovers, movies and sweatpants.

Ah, marriage!

I'm only kidding, we haven't been that lazy.  On Friday night, we headed out to the beach to see The Wailer's and OAR.  The Wailer's were...hilarious, and OAR was incredible.  They played lots of their older, better stuff and put on a fabulous show.  Don't judge me, but despite the loud noises and awesome show, I was about ready to fall asleep standing by the time 10:30pm rolled around, so dear Jody, having already seen numorous OAR concerts, allowed me to stagger to the car a bit early, where I fell asleep promptly after getting into the car. 

This wasn't the show we watched, but what we witnessed was quite similar.  I love the constant...flailing.  Of everything.  Arms, legs, dreads...you get it.  

Here we are playing in the water on the beach before the show.

 

in the water, on the beach, before the show

I don't screw around with details, do I?

 

Moving on...like I said, we did a whole lot of nothing.  I spent maybe an hour at the gym, payed rent and cheered Jody on while he played COD for most of yesterday.

 

That's a lie.  I'm lying. 

 

After doing a whole lot of nothing, we headed to the Town Center for some sushi, as I was having a real hankerin' for some Spring Rolls and Peanut Sauce (Tasty-tastiness.  I found a recipe here that I'm going to try one of these days).  Unfortunately, the menu didn't inclue any spring rolls, but I love sushi anyway, so I picked a few simple rolls off of the menu and was still satisfied.

 

Jody, on the other hand, decided to be VERY brave, ordering the 'Chef's Special' which included a giant plate full of nothing but raw-fishy-ness.

 

Jody won't be defeated by food.

 

Nope, not ever. 

Especially during Thanksgiving, but that's a whole 'nother conversation.

 

Anyway, he slurpped all of the slimy goodness down without so much as a complaint, then we headed home for movies and raisinettes.  Life is good.



Nothing else to report around here. 

 

Life IS good!