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Well, we are almost 32 weeks into the pregnancy. As with the last one, I have gestational diabetes. Last time, I controlled it better. This time, the numbers have been creeping up and the Dr. is getting worried.
I would VERY MUCH appreciate prayers concerning this. I need to be wise and strong in my decisions regarding diet, medications, etc. What we want most is a smooth, natural birth of a healthy baby that doesn't include the horrible recovery we experienced last time. Please keep us in your prayers. |
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In this picture, she is holding her pumpkin of choice, his is behind him.
 From Punkin Patch 2008
We took the kids to the pumpkin patch last weekend. They had: pony rides, a "train" ride (cars pulled by a tractor), a hay ride, candy apples, cotton candy, live music, face painting, a petting zoo, huge inflated slides and a bouncy castle and lots of photo opportunities.
We really enjoyed the day very much. The highlight was letting the kids pick pumpkins out of the field. It was highly entertaining to watch them trying to pick up pumpkins that outweighed themselves. Faith discovered that rolling them enabled her to go larger. James discovered that little pumpkins are really better after all - lol. I picked out a gnarly, bumpy one and Dearest had me hide it behind my seriously expanding belly so that he could laugh - and take pictures. ;)
We have been blessed with such wonderful family weekends lately. In continuance of that happiness: this upcoming 4 day weekend, my parents are renting a cabin in the N. GA mountains and have invited us. There will be plenty of bedrooms, a play room and a private "hot pool", as the kids call them. We anticipate gorgeous views, pleasant hikes, lazy days and hopefully some local color. |
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...ran the US Air Force 1/2 marathon last weekend. I am excessively proud of him.
The kids and I were able to fly up with him, enjoy his carb-loading dinner with him, cheer for him, help him consume his free snacks and drinks, relax in the hot tub with him, enjoy his celebratory dinner with him and fly home with him. We had a great time! :) I think he enjoyed it, too!
It amazes me what a large role computers play in the marathons. Did you know that each participant wears a chip on their shoe that transmits info. like their name, etc. so the announcers know who is crossing what mile markers and when? They kept us updated with: the first 1/2 marathon runner to cross the 1/2 way point, the 1st female 1/2 marathon runner to cross the 1/2 way point, etc. Then, as the runners approached the finish line, the announcer called out their name. In the meantime, the computers kept careful logs of everyone's times. I was impressed. Technology.
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for a wonderful, loving, self-sacrificing husband.
Some of you know, already, how early he rises for work and how exhausted he is at the end of a day of teaching Lt.s. You may also know that in addition to his regular duties, he is training to run in the air force marathon - next weekend! This makes for a truly tired Daddy/husband.
Yet...
-every day, he plays with his children when he gets home and/or helps me make supper. After we eat, HE cleans up the food & dishes while I sit somewhere with my feet up (rediscovering my ankles).
-from the time he gets home, he makes it his personal duty to see to it that I constantly have water on hand and have any medications/vitamins on time.
-every night, he overseas toilet routines, reads to the children and sometimes rocks them, before tucking them into bed.
-frequently, last night being no exception, he does a load of his work related laundry and throws in anything of ours that we a)need done and b)are willing to have washed with his work out gear ;).
Last night, despite his exhaustion, he additionally helped me to catalog several boxes and bags of stuff that needed to go into the attic. Then, he dragged the ladder into the house and placed said items into the attic. He also put the ladder away so we wouldn't be tripping over it today.
The poor man fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow - after midnight. He was facing 5 hours of sleep before another active day of teaching which will include several hours out in the sun.
For the next hour and a half, his pregnant wife, who is finding her bulk quite cumbersome at this point, shuffled restlessly in the bed. I turned several times (a major ordeal, involving quite a bit of movement and the replacement of several pillows) and suffered indigestion including bouncy, not quiet, hiccups (I thought it was hiccoughs, but the spelling corrector claims I am in error.)
When my movements woke him, he walked around to my side of the bed, rubbed my back, sang to me and in general spent quite a few minutes solely in lulling me into relaxation.
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I didn't even realize today's date until this afternoon.
Truthfully, I'm mostly ok with that.
It was a truly horrible day, as I'm sure you all remember. Any time I think of it in any detail, my eyes fill with tears. I think that signifies a pretty profound emotional impact.
The events of that day changed my life quite a bit, largely due to my husband's job in the service. I don't really worry so much about remembering the anniversary, because I am far from forgetting the event, or the resulting war.
Still, it's sad that as the raw sorrow has eased into a memory of sorrow, the flare of patriotism has largely gone with it. I admit that I miss seeing our nation's flag proudly displayed - EVERYWHERE. That was a beautiful thing. There was a feeling of kinship with other Americans. Patriotic music was heard often. I miss all of that.
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