lovingly crafted by Jamie at 12:48 PM
We went in for our check-up (32 weeks!) on Tuesday. The nurse took my blood pressure, as she always does, BEFORE we hear Asher's heartbeat, so it is always sky high. Then I hear it, I'm fine, and the BP returns to normal.
But this day's visit went a little differently. The nurse said she would just let Dr. Schroeder check my BP again when she came in. So Dr. Schroeder comes in and asks me how I'm doing. I mention that I was a little worried because all day Monday and then on Tuesday morning, I hadn't felt any movement. I told her I felt a little that day, but definitely less than I had been feeling. She got this really concerned look on her face and told me that she thought it would be best if I went down to the hospital and got checked out. She is an "err on the side of caution" kind of doctor, which is fine with me! She looks at my feet and notices they are really swollen and then asks me if I have been seeing spots, which I have. Then she takes my bp again, AFTER saying she wants me to go to the hospital. It was 160/90! Like it is going to drop after she tells me that.
So Kris and I drive down to Women's Hospital to be monitored and have a complete bio-physical profile done on Asher, which consisted on blood work and a thorough ultrasound. We were put in a room and I was hooked up and poked and told to lay on my side. Eventually, the nurse, who was super nice, came and got me to take me to get the ultrasound. The technician did the ultrasound and told us that Asher was behaving very well and doing all the tricks she needed him to do to know that he was OK. It was so amazing getting to see his little face. The image is grainy, but we could tell what he looks like and that he has chubby cheeks! The doctor that came in to check Asher out also said things looked good and that he is weighing in at a hefty 4 lb. 4 oz. right now. They assure me that that is not overly huge (58th percentile) but considering I still have roughly 8 weeks, I'm a little nervous!
Then we go back to the room, they discharge me, tell me everything looks good, and send us in our way. We were so thankful that Asher is doing well and reminded again how we are completely dependent on God to supply each heartbeat. We can do nothing on our own. We must look to Him to supply what we need, from heartbeats to salvation. So after our little "sneak peak," we are beyond excited and so anxious to meet this little guy!
lovingly crafted by Jamie at 12:13 PM
My in-laws gave me a gift card to Pottery Barn for Christmas. So far, I have purchased one $6 item at the PB Outlet for myself (one of those stainless steel bars in the shape of soap that is supposed to get the smell of onion or garlic off of your hands after you chop it) and 3 things for Asher. My friends with kids always used to tell me that once you have kids, it's more fun to get them things. It is so true!
I bought a monogrammed stocking for next non-specific Winter Holiday (some of you may call it Christmas,) a combination diaper/wipe/changing pad thing that is in his very cute colors of chocolate brown and light green, and a frog towel (also personalized.)
I liked the hippo towel. But I am boycotting all things hippo. I was recently traumatized by watching the National Geographic Channel. On it, they had a show in which a sweet little baby hippo got brutally murdered by a big mean man hippo for no good reason. It was awful and I cried. And now I do not care for hippos.
But I really like these towels and I wanted to get one for Asher. The pink bunny was out and the lamb looked more like a brown pig to me, so I went with the frog. What is strange about this is that if I ever see a live frog, I freak out. I have gotten in trouble on several occasions by my husband for screaming when I saw a frog. He gets mad at me and tells me I am only allowed to scream like that if I am being attacked, but I just can't help it. So the fact that I ordered a frog towel is really uncharacteristic of me.
The towel is really cute though. The only bad part is that instead of being just a regular hooded towel, it has frog feet and hands attached to it. It looks a little like a terrycloth frog pelt. If I would have seen the feet and hands that are spread out ready to suction on to something, I probably would not have purchased this item. But it's here and it's got his name on it, so it is ours to keep. And one day I will post a very cute picture of my little boy in his frog towel.
lovingly crafted by Jamie at 9:17 PM
Tonight I hosted a Southern Living at Home party. I had a good turn-out and a lot of fun hanging out with good friends! I have had this party on my calendar for several weeks now. So that means I planned what to serve and went to the grocery store well in advance and then prepared everything yesterday so all I would have to do is lay it out today...right?
I was on the internet searching the Food Network's website at about 11 last night trying to find some good dips to make. Then, during the workshop I had to go to today, I made a grocery list. Then, I went to HEB when I got out at 3. Then, I went home, scrambled to make it all, cleaned up the house, and sat down on the couch to rest because I am in the process of making a human. Then, the doorbell rang and my friend Susanna was there ready to set up all her Southern Living paraphenalia. She got set up, friends showed up, and a good time was had by all (I hope!)
I kept thinking, as I was at HEB, "Rebecca would not be here now. She would have made all of this yesterday." But I managed to pull it all together, in spite of my lack of preparation. Maybe one day I'll learn or maybe not ;)
Let's just say that my giftings lie elsewhere...I'm not sure where, just elsewhere!
lovingly crafted by Jamie at 10:21 PM
I have to admit, I do not know much about this man. I have heard positive and negative things about him, but have never really looked carefully into who he was or the approach he took to provoke change regarding civil rights. But as I was reading some articles on Desiring God, I ran across one Piper wrote about his church's focus on racial harmony. In it, he referenced Dr. King's Letter from Birmingham Jail, written on April 16, 1963.
I have to say, it is probably the most concise and well-written commentary on civil rights issues that I have ever read. The letter was addressed to the clergymen in the South that were either attacking him for his position or encouraging him to back off a little, even though they agreed with his stance, and give it some time. It honestly made me think, if I were living with the choice to either be ostracized for associating with black people or to just lay low enough to where I never had to take a stance either way, what would I have done? I found it interesting that he was more critical, not of his the overtly racist people who hated anyone not white, but the average person who simply did nothing, namely the average Christian.
I would encourage you to read this letter. His remarks about the church are especially convicting. Like most great thinkers, he hit a lot of things spot on, and fumbled on some major things as well. I think God purposes that so that we can keep the right perspective of these men...simply, that they are men, sinful and imperfect, but granted a perspective that the rest of us do not see in order that we may be encouraged, corrected, or informed. All this to say, I liked the letter and I would love to hear your thoughts on it, too.
lovingly crafted by Jamie at 4:20 PM
Robin tagged me to participate in a "Fun Book Meme" (I'd never heard of it either.)
Here are the rules:
1)Grab the book closest to you
2)Open to page 123, go down to the fourth sentence.
3)Post the text of the following 3 sentences on your blog
4)Name the author and book title
5)Tag three people to do the same
However, I must offer this caveat. I teach second grade and am on my lunch break (the whole, fabulous 25 min.) so the book closest to me right now differs from what it would be if I was doing this at home.) But here goes...
"After a brief shower of orange juice, low clouds of sunny-side up eggs moved in followed by pieces of toast. Butter and jelly sprinkled down for the toast. And most of the time, it rained milk afterwards."
Cloudy With a Chance of Meatballs by Judi Barrett
This book does not have 123 pages, so I went to page 12. (Is that OK, Robin?)
So now I tag anyone else who read this blog who isn't Kathy, Rebecca, or Robin :)
lovingly crafted by Jamie at 12:09 PM
We are dog-sitters this week. Our good friends, the Sokolowskis, have gone out of town and we are watching their 4th child, Mookie for them. Mookie is an interesting little guy. He loves to lay on the couch, so he and I are getting along quite well. He was a little disoriented yesterday, trying to figure out why he had just been abandoned, but this morning, (at 4am!) he was back to his old self. Apparently his day gets started a little earlier than ours. Kris (much to my delight as I hope it is a reflection of things to come) got up with him and let him out and back in. He was wide awake at this point.
He even enjoyed a little quality time playing with his latex chicken.
In Mookie's mind, the chicken has been bad and he likes to correct it.
There is also a "bad chameleon."
We are told that every once in a while, Mookie works up the courage to play with it, but not often. The bad chameleon makes a scary noise and sticks out his tongue, where as the bad chicken just takes it without retaliating--much more Mookie's speed.
When he's not sleeping or disciplining his latex animals, he is staring at the door waiting for Laurie to come through it. I keep telling him only 2 more sleeps and then she will be here, but he doesn't care.
But all in all, good times at the Rives' with our friend Mookie.
lovingly crafted by Jamie at 3:26 PM
...all evidence to the contrary. But it's where I'm at now, and I figure that since I am only remembering about 43% of what happens on any given day, it doesn't hurt to have a record of these things to look back on later. So here's the update...
We went to the doctor today, where we ran into Josiah's mom and dad. I weigh more than I ever thought possible (I'll spare you the number) but everything looks good. Asher is in sort of a "C" position, where his head is downward, but to the left and his bottom is against the right side of my uterus. He still has a nice strong heartbeat. It always really good to hear the sound of it beating! I measured at 31 weeks, but am just starting my 30th. So now I start going every two weeks up until week 36. Then I will go each week until he finally is here! We're getting closer!!
lovingly crafted by Jamie at 9:54 PM
I have decided that Asher's room will be in these shades of green and brown. I registered for everything at Target in this line that DID NOT have an elephant on it, with the exception of this pillow. I can handle one elephant, not a room full. There is such a thing as too much elephant, believe it or not.
I really like these colors together and most of the bedding is either a stripe, solid, or polka dot in the green and brown. The only thing that won't work for me is the bumper, which is way elephant overkill. So I am looking for a chocolate brown fabric with tiny white polka-dots and I am going to have it made.
We (and by that, I mean Kris) are going to paint his room with the light green at the top and then a light brown or taupe at the bottom with a white chair rail dividing the two colors. I want to do all white furniture. I think it is going to look really sweet once it all comes together. I'm excited!
And here is Asher's baby bed...
It's one of those convertable cribs that can be changed into a toddler bed and then a full size bed, but we are planning on getting some mileage out of this baby bed. It will be staying a baby bed for, Lord willing, seveal more babies.
lovingly crafted by Jamie at 3:03 PM
Since it has been about 5 months since my last Thankful Thursday post, I thought it would be appropriate to have another one. So here are 10 things that I am utterly grateful for this Thursday afternoon (as before, in no particular order.)
1. That Asher Owen Rives is making me look like this and that he is growing and kicking me and keeping me up at at night!
2. Reading through Ezekiel with my husband.
3. Our electricity bill being under $50 for the second month in a row.
4. A new compressor in our refrigerator.
5. The warm fellowship we have enjoyed with good friends over the past few weeks.
6. When I woke up this morning, there were new mercies.
7. The 24/7 Pregnancy Pillow that Laura let me borrow--it's fabulous!
8. Finally making something for dinner that tasted good (poppyseed chicken recipe that I got from Robin that she got from Rebecca!)
9. Prenatal vitamins
10. There are only 10 weeks until Spring Break!
lovingly crafted by Jamie at 12:34 PM
Doesn't the president do one of these in January? I'm not sure, but either way, it's how I've decided to kick of my year on the blog. Here is where we are at as 2007 begins.
1. I am 29 weeks along today! I can't believe that in just a couple of months, Asher will be here (in the "out of the womb" sense.) It's still a little surreal but it continues to sink in more and more that in about 11 weeks, we will be, Lord willing, holding our little boy!
2. We have been in our new home on Knob Hill Lake Lane (that's right--4 words) for about 5 months now. And we just finished unpacking the last of the boxes a few weeks ago. It's a little overwhelming being homeowners at times...like when the refrigerator breaks and you go to call the office and then you realize that you are the office. That's fun. (The refrigerator is running nicely now though--we called a repairman and got it taken care of, you'll be glad to know.) Kris is in the process of painting our living room and we will soon be getting Asher's room together. But as fun as all of that is, we are constantly reminded that although this is where we live now, it is not home. Wood and bricks and super glue (and whatever else is holding this house together) are wonderful provisions, but are nothing to cling to. We are grateful, but we long for the day when we are home, in the truest sense of the word.
3. Kris is still working for his dad and running sound on Saturdays at Second Baptist's North Campus. I am still teaching (wrangling?) second graders. I'm hoping to work until spring break and then bid a fond farewell to the world of public education. So if any of you need a bunch of teacher crap, you can have mine...just let me know.
4. We have decided, through much prayer and a series of events, that the time had come for us to look for another assembly to worship with. There does come a time, we have learned, when the best thing to do is to part ways. We have a deep love for the believers who gather to worship at GRBC and continue to enjoy the fellowship of those to whom our hearts have been so closely knit. But it was time and if we didn't fully believe that the best thing to do was leave, then we would still be there. So we begin the new year looking for the place where the Lord would have us gather to worship Him and serve the Beloved there.
5. Kris is about to turn 32 (January 30)! I'm married to someone in his mid-thirties! I am still barely out of the cradle as I enjoy the last few years (ok...last 2 years) of my twenties. Seriously though...I am so grateful for the man God has given me to who proves to be more perfect for me than I ever could have dreamed someone could be. I am thankful for the years God has granted him thus far, and pray that many more will be given, because each new day brings a new reason to marvel at how good God has been in providing my husband for me.
So that's where we're at...no clear-cut future or solid 10 year plan, but trusting the one who clothes the lilies and feeds the birds of the air will give us what we need and withhold what we don't.
soli Deo gloria.
lovingly crafted by Jamie at 5:12 PM