Well, I have the wonderful green ashen muddy look of a women in her first trimester. 9 weeks along and this is generally when we begin telling people because I am too sick to hide it any more and if we do have to go through another miscarriage, I'd rather have my friends and family there with me than not. Like most things we don't follow the traditional approach to things. So the word is out. Tell your friends because I am too sick to make the obligatory calls. Just trying to keep up with Jackson, work, our community and keeping up house is exhausting not to mention growing a tiny human. It is very hard yet exciting work. It is at this point that I want to punch every women that says, "Oh I never had to deal with morning sickness." and every time I run to the bathroom (again) I think to myself "Eve, girl if you where standing here right now, I would take you down!" If all stays well, We will have a new little person to blogg about around June 1st. Just in time for summer. The time of year that is the most uncertain for us financially and at the same time school will be done and work commitments finished until August. Ah yes, the duality of the kingdom. Time for the baby but seemingly no plan for how to pay for it. God is good.


But you could join me in this prayer, as I need to be lifted up

"Father, I am stretched further than I can handle. I love the meaningful work you have given me from your throne room and yet I am torn at my physical limitations. I don't want to think about money or responsibility. I just want to enjoy all that you have given me including the sick filled beginnings of new life. I can't keep up the current pace I have and I am angry that the culture tells me at every turn that I have to be super women. I am weak and tired and unable to do anything but cling to you for ...something...something that I am not even smart enough to ask for. Your ways are higher and better for me than any I could ask for myself. I am just desperately hoping that somewhere in all of your Blessed are the..... there is room for a blessed are the working mom's who just can't do another thing." thank you that my life is not my own and I get to live the life you have for me."