My Date with God


I attended an adoptive mom’s retreat (Created for Care) at the end of January that was so good for my soul!  It was my first one to attend, and I’ll definitely be going back again!  It was held at a beautiful lakeside resort north of Atlanta and the contents of the retreat were the perfect balance of education and refreshment.  
 
Going into the retreat weekend, I specifically prayed that God would reveal more to me about what direction to take regarding a little boy from China named Nathan who Ben had found on a waiting child website.  Ben was feeling very connected to this little boy, but I just wasn’t “feelin’ it.” Ben wanted more from me than just being a submissive wife—he needed me to have confirmation and excitement (or at least peace) about pursuing Nathan.
 
So that was my prayer for the weekend.
 
One of the sessions that they encouraged all of the women to attend was called a “Date with God.”  I was a bit skeptical of what it might be, but I overheard another adoptive mom telling her friend that it was essentially a guided quiet time and that if she was working through a particular issue with God, she should sign up for the last session at the end of the retreat weekend.  Since her advice was relevant to my situation, I went ahead and signed up for the last session.
 
Ready for my Date!
 
When the time came for my date, I walked into the room not knowing what to expect.  What I saw kind of weirded me out…a table with playdoh, an area with watercolor, a big cross, a massive tent, and loads of women packed into this room.  The lady at the front who was leading was very sweet-looking, and when she spoke, I could hear an “ooey-gooey-ness” to her voice.  If you know me, you know that’s not a style that I typically connect to.  So I immediately jumped to conclusions about what this was going to be like and I became disappointed.
 
Thankfully I couldn’t have been more wrong.  The leader gave out our “instructions” (I use quotes because she made it clear that we could do whatever we wanted during our date with God).  She was very clear in her communication (my style!) and it gave me a lot of comfort when she explained that we did not have to do all of the stations if we didn’t want to (whew!—no art for me!).  She said we could go in any order and could stay as short or as long as we wanted.  She noted that the two ladies waiting at the door to do the prayer of blessing over each of us would be her (Jenny) and Anna.  (*this is an important note for later*)  She asked that we all be respectful of others as we move through the stations and then she prayed for us and let us start.
 
Station 1: getting in the Word (at the foot of a cross)
 
I decided to start at the cross, so I found a comfy spot sitting on a pillow and propped up against a wall.  I grabbed a Bible (didn’t have mine with me), took a long, deep breath, and silently asked God to guide me to a passage.  I opened the Bible to Psalm 65-66 (naturally the Bible fell open to the middle!).  The header for Psalm 65 said “a hymn of thanksgiving.”  An appropriate place to begin my date—with a thankful heart!  A few verses stood out to me…
 
65:5 – You answer us in amazing ways, God our Savior.  People everywhere on the earth and beyond the sea trust you.  I read “beyond the sea” and immediately thought of China.
 
65:6 – Even those people at the ends of the earth fear your miracles.  You are praised from where the sun rises to where it sets.  I read this and immediately thought this could be the verse for Nathan’s adoption announcement.
 
66:5 – Come and see what God has done.  See what amazing things he has done for people.  I read as another potential verse for Nathan’s adoption announcement.
 
66:20 – Praise God.  He did not ignore my prayer.  He did not hold back his love from me.  This resonates the same message of the song that I keep hearing along this journey to Nathan—“your love never fails, never gives up, never runs out on me”—more on that song at a later date 
 
Lord, thank you that your Word can speak directly to us!
 

Station 2: joy defined 
 
As I stood up to go to another station, I scanned the room for one with the least amount of people.  Of course, it was one of the art-related ones that I had decided I’d probably stay away from.  I walked over to it anyway, telling myself that if I started stressing about it, I would just walk away—no harm in that.  Well, it turns out that God revealed something really cool to me at this station!
 
There was a large poster board heart and some markers.  The instructions were to draw a picture of what joy defined in your life looks like.  I surprised myself by immediately picking up a marker (purple, the favorite color of Team Huss) and began drawing our house.  Then I wrote words like “fill it up” and “the more, the merrier”—WHAT??  Did I actually just write those things?  I guess in my heart of hearts, I do believe that JOY defined in my life equates to a FULL HOUSE!
 
Lord, thank you for reminding me that having joy in You is very different than searching for happiness!
 

Station 3: praying over the nations
 
The next station I headed to was an area of the room with two huge maps of the world—one on the wall and one on the floor.  As I was walking toward it, I was a bit torn because I really wanted to pray for Ethiopia (Eden’s birth country), but felt like I should probably pray for China (Nathan’s birth country).  When I looked over at the maps, the answer was right in front of me.  Ethiopia was completely covered (literally) by other mothers’ hands, while China was wide open (and conveniently located at the edge of the map)!  So again, God was focusing my attention to Nathan.
 
I knelt down, placed both hands over China, and prayed.  I prayed that God would give me a heart for the Chinese people.  You see, after spending six weeks in Ethiopia, and having our firstborn daughter be from that country, I obviously have a huge heart for the Ethiopian people.  The country is known for how loving and kind the people are!  The very little that I have heard about China is quite the opposite.  My limited knowledge of the Chinese culture is that it is more on the harsh side.  So I prayed.  I prayed that God would break down those barriers (of mostly being uneducated and not exposed to the Chinese) in my heart.
 
And I prayed for Nathan’s caretakers.  That they would know God—that someone would be put in their path to share Christ with them.  That they would show love and affection to Nathan while he is in their care.  And that they would have a renewed love of caring for orphans.
 
And I prayed for Nathan’s birthmother.  For the unimaginable hurt she must have felt when she decided that she could not raise him.  And that she would also come to know the love of our Heavenly Father.
 
Lord, thank you for gently reminding me that it’s not about me and my feelings.
 

Station 4: prayer post-it wall
 
I moved next to the prayer request wall.  The instructions were to write one prayer request on a post-it note and stick it to the wall, then select two post-it notes to pray for.  The request that I wrote was specifically about Nathan.  That the Lord would clearly show us what to do.  I put it on the wall and stepped back to pray.
 
In order to select the two to pray for, I decided to pray for the first two that my eyes landed on.  The first one sent chills up my arms.  My eyes had landed on a post-it asking for prayer for “S” (her name was spelled out, but I will keep it private here).  It was a bit of a generic request, but the cool thing is this—I had randomly (I say that word fully knowing that it was God-ordained—not random!) been seated next to “S’s” mom at dinner the night before.  So I knew EXACTLY how to pray for this little blessing who is on the other side of the world from her mama!  So cool!
 
The next one that my eyes landed on was even more generic.  It asked for prayer that God would direct them in what to do next with their adoption/ministry/family.  As I began to pray for this anonymous request written by another adoptive mama, I heard myself praying that she would find comfort and peace in knowing that God will light up the next STEP for her family, but God doesn’t promise to show us the full PATH at the beginning.  He will ask us to take a step in obedience, and then He will guide us from there.
 
I kind of chuckled out loud to myself when I realized that this was the exact thing that I needed to believe myself!  God has told us to take the next step of completing our home study.  We just need to rest in that, be obedient to complete that paperwork, and not be anxious about what the next 9 months looks like!  AMEN!
 
Lord, thank you for telling me what I needed to hear in my prayer for another adoptive mama.
 

In Between Stations: a really cool way for God to answer a prayer!
 
After my time in prayer for these two adoptive mamas, I whispered a prayer to God, asking Him to send me a familiar face.  You see, I had gone to this retreat by myself and had only met my roommates on the first day there (3 other adoptive mamas from my agency).  The room for this date with God was full of so many women that I just wanted God to show me someone who I recognized.  I was thinking of someone like one of my roommates, one of the other ladies I had met at the retreat, etc.  Well, God had a much better plan to answer my whispered prayer!
 
As I turned to walk to my final station, I immediately heard a voice that I recognized.  (Keep in mind that the room was completely silent besides some soft music playing and the two women who were quietly giving prayers of blessing over each woman as they walked out of the room.)  The voice was a voice from home and it made NO sense to be hearing this friend’s voice.  She lives in Texas and was definitely not at this retreat.  
 
So I turned toward this familiar voice and saw a familiar face!  A series of thoughts quickly went through my head as I tried to process this:  “Wait—there is no way that Aimee is here!...But that’s definitely her!...No, it’s not!...But she looks and sounds JUST like Aimee!...Wait—Aimee has an identical twin sister!...And she lives in the Atlanta area!...And her name is Anna (remember the name mentioned in the introduction of the date with God session?)!...Seriously, God—that is some COOL stuff!...You totally answered my prayer for a familiar face in the most literal way possible!...And I LOVE You for that!”
 
I decided to do my final station and then go to Anna on my way out for her to do the prayer of blessing over me.  And that’s when I would introduce myself and tell her this really cool God story.  So off to my final station I went…
 

Station 5: replenishment tent
 
When I reached the tent, I found a comfy pillow to sit on and again leaned up against a wall.  Luckily there were tissue boxes scattered all around this tent because as soon as I settled in, the tears just started flowing!  And I mean flowing!  I was so incredibly thankful that God had chosen to give me the confirmations that I had asked Him for at the beginning of our date.  And then He just topped it off by sending that sweet familiar face just for me!  I truly felt SO LOVED!
 
After many nose-blows and eye-wipes, I collected my thoughts.  There was still something keeping me from feeling completely confirmed in this decision to pursue Nathan as our son.  “What is it, Lord?” I asked.  “What is keeping me from fully surrendering to this?”  And then God revealed what was on my heart.  I have two precious girls at home who I love SO much.  We have added to our family so quickly that I was feeling like I just didn’t have room in my heart right now for another lovie.  I needed more time with my girls.
 
Then God quietly spoke to me.  “Open your eyes, Lauren.  Look around the room.  All of these women—these adoptive mamas—are spending time with me.  I have room to love all of you.  And I will give you room to love Nathan.  Just trust me.”  Cue the weeping once again!  Again, I felt SO loved that God would immediately answer my prayer to Him.  Being in communication with God is awesome!  My stubbornness, worry, and failure to listen is the only reason I am not in more constant communication with Him.  I was (am) in awe that the Creator of the universe is also my best friend!  Oh, how He loves me!
 
Lord, thank you for being an intimate God who I can communicate with directly!  Thank you for loving me!
 

Station 6: prayer of blessing
 
I stood and began walking toward my final stop during my date with God.  Anna was praying over someone, so I stood and waited.  As soon as she was finished, she looked up.  And of course, I started crying immediately!  She must have thought I was a bit off my rocker!  Actually, she was at an adoptive mom’s retreat praying over women—I’m sure I fit right in!  haha!  
 
Getting the introductions out of the way…
“Your name is Anna, right?”  (through my tears and intermittent sobbing)
“Yes, how do I know you?” (smiling sweetly, glancing at my nametag)
“You don’t.  I’m friends with your sister.” (sniff, sniff)
“Oh, OK.  Which one?” (I forgot that they have a younger sister!)
“Your twin, Aimee.” (sniff, sniff)
“OK, yes, your nametag says you live in Richmond.  You’re Lauren…a friend she has mentioned.” (still smiling sweetly, a trait she shares with Aimee)
 
Then I proceeded to tell her the cool God story that just went down.  I was seriously choking back tears and felt a bit silly because of that.  But she didn’t make me feel uncomfortable at all—she was super sweet.  By the time I finished talking, her eyes were glistening because of how cool God is.
 
Then I asked her the obvious questions about what brought her here and what her connection to this retreat was.  Turns out that she was asked by one of her mentors (Jenny Means, the lady who organizes the date with God—the “ooey-gooey” one) to come pray over some women at a retreat being held near her home.  She didn’t know much more than that until she arrived earlier that evening.  After sharing my story, we both knew exactly why God put her here.
 
She then asked more about what else God had spoken to me about Nathan and where I stood with that.  I gave her the quick version of what all happened during my date with God and she prayed a very sweet and heartfelt prayer of blessing over me, our family, and Nathan.  It was such a special time!  
 
She mentioned that she and her baby girl (whose name and age are very close to my Callie!) were coming to visit Aimee in March, so we made plans to meet up during that time.  She also mentioned how excited she was to be able to share this cool story with Aimee and I let her know that I would probably beat her to it since I was headed out the door and planned to text her immediately (which I did—and of course, Aimee was equally in awe of how cool that answer to prayer was)!
 
Love BIG
The theme of the retreat was “Love BIG.”  One would usually put that in context of an adoptive mom’s retreat and apply it to how we as moms are meant to love our children.  However, I walked away from that date (and the retreat as a whole) feeling just how BIG God loves ME as His child!  So amazing!



NOTE: This post probably left you with some questions like “Does this mean you’re adopting again?  And will it be this little boy from China named Nathan?”  If you want to get the low-down, check out the Our Current Adoption page on the upper right-hand side of the blog.

Cal's Delivery

9 months after delivering my first biological child, I figured I better document it...

It was definitely not what I expected. I had stupidly worked up in my head that a c-section is the "easy" way to deliver a baby. After all, you never feel a contraction and you don't have to push the baby out. Easy, right? Ummm, no. Not for someone like me anyway. I'm what you would call a "head case." I have several irrational fears regarding medical things and they are 99% in my head. Not a good combination for someone about to be cut open while she's awake.

We went to the hospital early in the morning on April 16, 2012 to have a baby!


















NOTE: I only thought this was the worst picture I've ever taken until I saw the ones from the hospital pre-delivery--awful!  You will not see any of those on this blog--ever!

Eden was still tucked in bed with Nina and Aunt Sarah at our house caring for her. We arrived on time, paid our deductible, checked in, and got settled in our room. I was very cool, calm, and collected at this point. My nurse was very sweet, and we got a good laugh out of her name. It was Regina, pronounced like vagina with an "R." Yes, we're immature.

Anyway, I was really dreading the IV because, well, I'm a pansy with a low pain tolerance and tiny veins. This fear played out to truly be the worst part because, for some reason, the IV stung really bad the entire time it was in (yes, the entire time!). Luckily Ben had overseen Regina doing my IV and he confirmed that she did it correctly, so the stinging I felt was not her fault. I was just going to have to suck it up. So suck it up, I did.

Shortly after that, we were told that an emergency c-section was going to bump us back a bit. Understandable. So we just chilled in the room and waited. Then we were told that the next scheduled c-section was also going to bump us. That's when we spoke up and demanded that we be taken first since we were scheduled first. We were blessed to have an anesthesiologist who totally agreed with us and advocated for us. Well, she actually kind of did a sneaky move. She acted like she didn't know that we weren't next in line, went ahead and did my spinal block, and called to say I was ready. There is a certain timeframe you have to work with once the spinal block is in, so they went ahead and took me back, putting us back in our proper spot in line. ;)

Now about the spinal block. One would think that I would have also had a very hard time with this, considering it is a HUGE needle being inserted into my spine. But no. It was a cinch. I was an awesome patient and didn't even flinch when she did it! I think the biggest reason was that it was on my back where I couldn't see it. At any rate, I'm just happy I didn't pass out or throw up.

Back to the action. Once the spinal block was in, we were told it would still be a while since my doctor needed to finish up from another patient. So, Ben headed down to the cafeteria to get something to eat. Next thing I know, they are rolling me out of the room because it was time to go--my doctor was ready! I let them know where Ben was, so they caught him in the hallway, gave him the lovely dad outfit to wear, and told him to get dressed and wait for them to get him.

I was kind of freaking out because we went from it being a very methodical process to very rushed all of the sudden (aaah, loss of control!). When they were lifting me from the bed to the operating table, reality set in that I couldn't feel the majority of my body and that I was about to be cut open. Oh, and that I was about to have a baby!

The OR was very cold, and I had all kinds of meds being pushed through my IV and my spinal block, so I started shivering. And I couldn't stop. The team of nurses and doctors around me were all female, which was a huge blessing because they were very nurturing and maternal. My anesthesiologist actually sat next to my head and stroked my hair to try to calm me down since Ben couldn't be in the room until it was completely prepped. I had heated blankets and even a heater blowing by my face, but I just couldn't stop shaking. It was freaking me out. Again, I'm a head case.















This is my sweet nurse anesthetist keeping me as calm as possible...and that's my "oh, #@$%" face.

I kept asking where Ben was (probably did so about 50 times). They assured me that they would get him as soon as the blue curtain went up (meaning I was fully prepped). So as soon as I saw that curtain go up, I asked one more time where he was...and then I saw him. I knew that he could help calm me down, and he did. He distracted me by singing songs, showing me photos from the camera that we had taken earlier in the day, etc.

Then I saw and heard my doctor. Another calming voice for me. She said she was ready and she did a test cut. I could feel it. Commence shaking again. When I told her I could feel it (not just pressure, but actual pain), I felt a rush of meds through my spine and was instantly calmer (weird feeling). I remembered that Dr. Adigun had told me it would take 7 minutes (or was it 11?) from first cut to having the baby out, so I just kept telling myself that I could endure it for 7 (or 11) minutes.

But let me tell you, it was a crazy feeling and I didn't like it one bit. I could feel so much tugging and I knew exactly what was going on. Not cool for someone who is a head case! I would have much rather NOT been awake for that! Although, I'm glad I was since I was able to see my child as soon as she was born. A trade-off, I guess. ;)

When Dr. A told me to brace for a lot of pressure, I knew we were almost done. She pulled Callie Jeanne out by her bum and then apparently Cal dove back in. There was a tiny bit of commotion to get her out, but when they did she was completely healthy and had a loud set of lungs on her!  She was born at 12:51pm, was 7.1 pounds and 19 inches long!
 














A "fresh" Callie Jeanne Huss--eyes alert and head full of black hair!

Before Dr. A put me back together, she looked for any reasons why Callie was breech and wouldn't flip into position. She found a fibroid (benign tumor) that was enlarged during pregnancy, causing Cal to not really have room to flip. It was nice to have a reason so I didn't feel any guilt over not being able to get her to flip. (Moms tend to feel guilt over lots of things!)

The area where they cleaned Callie up and weighed and measured her was in the same room, so Ben got to step over there and take pics while I was being put back together. It was nice for me to be distracted by watching him and seeing the pictures that he was taking. Before long, I got to hold Cal on my chest for a longer amount of time. Sweet moments that I'm glad are captured on film because I honestly don't remember them.

On Going Back to the Office...

I was fortunate to be able to work from home for the last 2 months, so while this was not my first day back at work, it was my first day back in the office after maternity leave.  These are my observations: 

Wearing “old” clothes has never felt so good!  I didn’t have a backup plan if my work pants didn’t fit me this morning, so praise God that they did!

Me walking in heels for the first time in 6 months or so kind of resembled a baby giraffe learning how to walk.  

Driving in the car for 2 hours (1-hour commute each way) with no kiddos is a strange feeling!  The silence was almost too much for me…almost.

If you act like you know where you’re going, nobody will realize you forgot what floor your office is on.  Yes, I seriously went to the wrong floor TWICE before landing on the right one!

Pumping (as in, breastmilk) is already awkward and uncomfortable (think dairy farm equipment for humans), but pumping at work cranks that awkwardness up a notch.  I’m thankful to work for a company that provides a “wellness room” for activities such as this; but it’s always going to be uncomfortable to pump while you’re wearing professional work attire and you’re in an office a few feet from a cubicle farm full of accountants.

It’s weird and challenging to switch back and forth between business mode and mommy mode.  Working part-time might be harder than going full on either way (full-time work or full-time at-home mommy).

I didn’t miss my babies as much as I thought I would (gasp!).  Hey, I’m just keepin’ it real over here.  (NOTE: my babies were with family members today, so I’m likely to have a different experience next week when they start at daycare—pray for me!)

I covet the prayers of sweet friends today.  I’m confident that their prayers are what kept me going.  

With God’s grace, supportive friends, loving family, and strong coffee, I CAN DO THIS!

Callie Jeanne is Here!

Just a quick post while both kiddos are napping...

On April 16, 2012, our lives forever changed as we became a family of 4!  Callie Jeanne Huss was born at 12:51pm via c-section.  She was 7 pounds 1 ounce and 19 inches long.

For grins and giggles, here is the pic just before we headed to the hospital...
















And here is the pic after we got home!



















Just the Quick Hits
Callie is an extremely alert kiddo with a head full of black hair.  She's a beauty!  Besides some pesky acid reflux (which her doc prescribed meds for), she's an otherwise healthy and happy baby.  We are extremely blessed!
















How is Eden doing?
Eden has taken on the role of big sister perfectly!  She gives Callie lots of kisses and loves playing with her "piggies" (toes).  We have had a few problems with Eden testing her boundaries with us while we're tied up with Callie, but that's to be expected, I guess.

Eden surrounded by all 3 of her grandparents, holding her baby sister















Eden shared her zoo animal toys and several other items with Callie while she was swinging (Cal seemed to like it--can you see that smirk and dimple?)















More later...gotta go take care of the girls!

Callie is Coming Soon!

It's weird to think that this is the last Callie update from inside my womb...

These pictures tell the best "story" of how I'm carrying Callie these days. 

Me and my friend, Mindy--due 1 week after me (photo taken March 12th):





















Me and my friend, Amy--due 1 week before me (photo taken April 7th):





















It's ok, you can say it..."Holy moley, Lauren!  Your belly is freakishly huge!  Are you sure it's not twins?!" (I get that a lot these days...)

We have a date!
As of today, Callie Jeanne is still breech, so my doctor has scheduled a c-section delivery on Monday, April 16th!  She will check me again this Thursday to see if she's flipped, but I'm pretty sure that I'll know it without a doctor confirming it.  I can feel (and see) baby girl's head on my upper right side and her feet on my lower left side very clearly!

The "dreaded" c-section
Obviously a c-section delivery is something that is only done when medically necessary, but it seems that there are a lot of them these days.  I'm happy to have so many girlfriends who have "been there, done that" so they can tell me what to expect!  I really had only thought about a vaginal delivery up until my doctor told me last week that the chances of her flipping at this late in the pregnancy are very slim. 

And now I'm realizing that it's kind of nice to know the actual date and time of my delivery (unless, of course, I go into labor before then...but let's not wish that upon me, ok?).  It helps to line up our childcare plan for Eden and dogsitting plan for Layla and Heidi.  It helps for Ben to know when he will need to be home.  It helps for my mom to know when she will be traveling back over to Houston.  It helps for my in-law's to know when to take off of work.  And I'm not going to lie--it helps to think that I might not ever know what it's like to have a contraction! 

I realize that the recovery is much different with a c-section (as one friend put it, it's the only major surgery that you don't actually get to recover from; instead of people taking care of you, you are taking care of someone else around the clock), but I also know that both types of deliveries are natural, and that all that matters in the end is a healthy baby and healthy mommy.

She caught up!
Callie had been measuring on the petite side, but now she's on point for an average sized baby at delivery (average for my frame, I'm told)--7.5 to 8 lbs.  She's still a very active baby, which I consider a blessing because I know she's healthy!

Can my belly get any bigger??
I'm not gonna lie--these last few weeks of pregnancy have definitely been uncomfortable.  I'm much less mobile, much more puffy, and very achy and itchy.  But I am blessed with family and friends who have seriously helped out in more ways that I could have ever imagined (so much so that it deserves it's own blog post that I'll do tomorrow)!  And I know it will all be worth it in the end!

It's a Choice

This morning offered me several challenges.  My gut reaction is to get ticked off and let these type of challenges ruin my day.  But I've learned that I can CHOOSE to instead focus on the positive perspectives that Christ offers me and let that determine the direction of my day.

Like the sign over our door says: Attitude is everything, so pick a good one!

Challenge:  The guy who was Ben’s relief at work this morning didn’t show up on time, causing him to have to take two early morning 911 calls, making him 1-hour late getting home on a day when I really needed to be at work on time.
Gut Reaction:  That guy is so selfish to not show up in time to relieve Ben (he’s done it before).  Those 911 calls better have been legitimate emergencies (unlike the 90% that aren’t).  I hate that I have to go to work anyway—why couldn’t I just be a stay-at-home mom.
Perspective:  Ben and I both have great jobs that allow us the mental challenge that we desire, the flexibility to spend a lot of time with our daughter (and each other), and the funds to live a comfortable life.

Challenge:  Eden (usually a great sleeper) wakes up crying at the same time that my alarm goes off (5:30am).  While comforting her, a carbon monoxide detector beeps loudly telling me the battery is dying, causing the dogs go nuts and need comfort and reassurance as well.  Then the coffee grinder promptly goes off (which I programmed it to do) and its loud airplane-taking-off sound startles Eden and the dogs yet again.
Gut Reaction:  Seriously?  All of this has to happen on a morning when I’m by myself?  UGH.  How am I supposed to climb on top of the kitchen counter to reach the dying detector at 8 months pregnant?  And how am I supposed to comfort Eden and the dogs at the same time?  And how am I going to have time to shower and get ready for work, much less have my “quiet time” with God that I woke up early for in the first place?!
Perspective:  There isn’t any real emergency here—it’s just a dying battery in the detector and a bad dream for Eden.  I am blessed to have a baby in my home.  It sure feels good to be needed to comfort all of my “babies.”  God can still speak to me—even if I don’t have a defined “quiet time”—as long as I’m open to hearing Him.

I CHOSE to focus on the positives this morning, and gues what—it all worked out in the end…
-          Eden easily went back to sleep after her needed snuggle time with mommy.
-          I was able to safely (using a step ladder) get the detector down and take the batteries out, which calmed the dogs down. 
-          Because Ben was running late, I had plenty of time to shower, get ready for work, make my lunch, and still have my “quiet time.”
-          My boss had back-to-back meetings with other people this morning, so it didn’t matter that I was an hour late.

And the perspective of all perspectives that I received this morning came via text from my friend Lisa (currently serving in Ethiopia with my mom) while I was snuggling my baby girl:  “Just left Hannah’s Hope [where Eden lived for 5 months].  Special mothers [the ladies who took care of Eden during her time there] LOVED the pics of Eden and were kissing the pics.” 

Enough said. J

Baby Bump Update

Here is the 35-week shot...



















Yes, my belly is THAT big! ;)

My Doctor, My BFF
I've reached the point in my pregnancy where I go to the doctor every week now!  It's a good thing that I only work a part-time job or I'd be missing a ton of work!  It's also a good thing that I really like my doctor.  She's extremely approachable, but still professional.  And she tells me that I'm a great patient!  She actually said these words at my last appointment: "Lauren, I just can't find anything to scold you about--you're doing everything I've asked you to do!"  Yay!  Just wait until she sees my very low pain tolerance issue come to life in the labor and delivery room.  Then we'll see if she still thinks I'm a great patient.  heehee!

My Other Doctor, the Specialist
Early on in my pregnancy, some blood work came back abnormal, so I was sent to a specialist for my ultrasound.  At that first ultrasound, he cleared Callie Jeanne of any abnormalities, but we still go to him for each ultrasound.  It's actually quite a blessing because we get the cool 3-D photos of Callie every time we go!  And we get to have a very experienced doctor conduct the ultrasound.  The downside of him being so experienced is that he is very busy and very distracted.  He's been known to text orders to his nurse for one of his patients in labor right in the middle of conducting my ultrasound.  I guess that's the trade-off, right?! 

All About Cal (at this point)
Miss Callie Jeanne is still measuring to be a petite little girl.  Doc says we're probably looking at approximately 6 lbs at delivery.  This first-time pregnant mama certainly doesn't mind that!  Her heart rate is in the 140's and she's doing great in every way!  She's still in breech position (has been the entire time).  Doc says that 90% of babies flip on their own, so I don't need to worry and I don't need to try anything on my own to flip her right now.  Because of her positioning, my belly is in a constant lop-sided state (her head is on my right side).  The good thing about that is that I carry Eden on my left side, so there is room for both of them.  haha!  The bad thing is that my right side is very tender because of the extra pressure from Callie's head. 

Not Ready to Meet Her...Yet
Although this part of pregnancy can be very uncomfortable, I still don't quite feel ready to have Callie be outside the womb.  So, we're praying that I go full-term so I get to "nest" more and spend more time making sweet memories with our family of 3.  Oh, and my mom would be very upset if she's still in Ethiopia when I go into labor!  Please pray with me.