Month: August 2024

Tonight, I made much progress. The extra desk is out of the office, the floor has been vacuumed, the other desk has been moved (along with all the other random stuff that needed to move that had to do with the desks), the rest of the floor has been vacuumed, and the fabric boxes from under our current bed have been stacked neatly in the current office, awaiting the arrival of our current bed tomorrow. At which point, I will clean our floor and open up our new and bigger mattress, so it can begin to expand.

Hopefully, the bed frame will arrive in the morning, so not can get set up right away, and the new mattress can go atop it from the start. But we shall see.

Thank you, God, for this immense progress tonight. Help me to approach the rest of this with ease and clarity. Make me and the baby well and safe, please. Keep my husband safe. Help us both to find ease, especially with one another and our home. Help us to create and establish a home that holds and heals us beautifully, and that inspires us and helps us to be our best selves, who you call us to be. In your name, I pray. Amen.

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I can hardly wait to be able to stay home for three days. It is a special holiday weekend, and I genuinely don’t care – I just want to rest and not have to be at school for a few days.

God, help me to be a good teacher to these girls. Help me to find joy in my work, as well as immense success. Grant me live in abundance, please. Help me to be who you call me to be. Keep my husband safe, please. Make me and the baby well and safe, please. In your name, I pray. Amen.

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I had something real that I wanted to share today on here. But the synapse pruning of pregnancy is very real. The other day, it felt like one was clipped while I was mid-sentence. I had a clear train of thought, and specific idea I was sharing, and I knew exactly what came next, which was about to flow off my tongue easily. And then, suddenly, the words had disappeared entirely, and I couldn’t even remember what sentence I was in the middle of saying. Not even the beginning that I had already and just said. None of it. It was just… poof! Gone.

So weird.

But I do get it. Must prepare for intense and high-rate learning. Just a shame to have the synapses pruned mid-thought. Because it was a good thought. ::big sigh

Thank you, God, for this blessing. Thank you for our midwife. Thank you for having my family meet her tonight and get along very well and easily with her. Thank you for your guidance. Please, continue to guide me clearly and lovingly. Make it always clear what your will is in my life, please, and help me to follow it with ease and grace. Make me and the baby well, please, and keep us both safe. Keep my husband safe, please. Make my family well and safe, too, please. In your name, I pray. Amen. Oh – P.S. Can we do January 11th, please? By your will, of course. In your name, I pray. Amen.

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Okay, people. Can we, please, stop scamming one another? We’re all out here working to find a way in life. We don’t need scams. And that ill-gotten money will condemn you at some point in life, and likely after it, too. So, let’s just not. We need to be working together, supporting one another, lifting each other up. Scams are the opposite of that. As Mamma in “Waterboy” would have said, “Scams are da debble!” But for real – they are his work.

Ugh(!).

God, help us to be kind and good, please. Free us of the works of the devil. Keep us safe and make us well. Help us always to follow your path and will in our lives. And keep my husband safe, please. In your name, I pray. Amen.

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They’re moving all around and are getting more uncomfortable each day, yes. But I also am finding all the more an importance in trusting them. On all levels.

God, help me to see clearly your path and to follow it easily. Make me and the baby well and whole, please. Keep my husband safe. Help us to find ease in trusting you fully, please. And help me to sleep well, please. In your name, I pray. Amen.

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Today was loads better than the last couple Sundays. Cheers to birthday lunches that leave great leftovers to have for dinner (for days).

Thank you, God, for the family and love and food today. Help my husband to do well for his test tomorrow. Help us both sleep well tonight and each night. Make me and the baby well, please. Keep us safe. Keep my husband safe. In your name, I pray. Amen.

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Sometimes, it isn’t about what we do together, but about that we be together. Today, I spent time with a former tutoring student and her parents. We live near one another and get together regularly. Today, however, I was still so worn down exhausted, somewhat nauseous, and physically struggling with the new aches of pregnancy’s moving stuff around in my front region, that I couldn’t do much of anything. I managed to get through a short grocer trip, and then had to have a seat for a while while she made smoothies, and then lie down to rest while she baked. After she got me up 30 or so minutes later – I hadn’t slept, but lying down with my eyes closed had still be very helpful – I managed barely to get upstairs to see her recent art and sewing projects. By the time I got back down, I had to pack up and go home. I was going down for the count.

So, I didn’t do much. But it was still a really nice day. Just hanging in the same place together and intentionally spending time together was what made it all so worth it. And I am grateful that it worked out after all. Hopefully, it was just the kind of alone time my husband was seeking, while I got to have the opposite, which I was seeking. Good days all around, I hope.

And happy birthday to my love and husband.

Thank you, God, for my husband. Thank you for the friends today and the quality time together. Help me and the baby to sleep well and to be well. Keep us safe. Keep my husband safe. In your name, I pray. Amen.

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Lots more today in the realm of body aches. I sneezed while sitting on a stool in class today, and it hurt. My whole insides in the front felt like they had been, almost, punched. An actual youch.

Fortunately, the kids were great about it. I said it had hurt, and they saw I was in pain. When I asked for someone to bring me two tissues (because my nose was running almost immediately from the sneeze), there was no hesitation. And, I noticed, as I handled blowing my nose and gathering myself, slowly recovering from the blow – ha! – (to my insides, not the nose and tissue) the girls sat there in almost complete silence. Perhaps they were worried. I imagine I would have been so in their shoes. Like I said, it was obvious that I was in pain. And the bizarreness of a sneeze’s having caused it just made it all the more unnerving. But, as I said, they handled it well as a class. They waited patiently and quietly for me to heal, and I did.

But it hurt. And I’ve had their aches on the insides today, too. The skin wasn’t hurting so much today – it had felt like it was actively stretching for about a day and half – but the insides were.

Man… this stuff is tough.

God, thank you for this opportunity. Keep me and the baby safe. Make us both well, please. Help us to get along well and beautifully with one another and with my husband. Keep my husband safe, please. Grant him a joyful and satisfying and safe birthday tomorrow, please. Thank you for him. I am so grateful… thank you. Help us to see clearly and to follow easily your path for us. Also, can you share our baby’s name with us yet? In your name, I pray. Amen.

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I’m still kind of nauseous most of the time, and sometimes very nauseous. However, it has definitely lessen even further that a couple weeks ago. I am still struggling big time with food and eating and smells, but that, too, had gotten easier than it was only a couple weeks ago. However, I seem to have hit the phase in the past three days where I get the physical discomforts. The girls at school are great about it all and are very forgiving of all my noises and faces and my having to stop and recover here and there.

However, today had a special bit to it.

I had a burp that turned into a bit of puke in my mouth today during class. I apologized to the girls. They all smiled and encouraged me that, “It’s okay!” And several added, “It’s only natural!” One even contributed, “That happened to me one time at soccer. Then I had to swallow it.”

So, yeah. They were great. And it made all the difference being so totally accepted exactly as I am. And even encouraged in it.

Thank you, God, for the blessing of these girls. Help us always to do your will. Make me and the baby well, please, and keep us safe. Keep my husband safe, too, please. In your name, I pray. Amen.

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Being super takes courage. It just does. And being courageous means that, in the face of fear, we don’t let the fear stop us. We are afraid, and we act anyway. We do what needs to be done, despite being afraid to do it.

So, it’s okay to be scared. It’s basically the first step to becoming super.

Help us to be well and to follow you fully, please, God. Make me and the baby well, please. Keep my husband safe. In your name, I pray. Amen.

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