Peace- Be Still

Today's only Wednesday?! It's been a slow week. I vote that every pregnant woman have the first and third trimesters off of work. This allows for throwing up in the comfort of your own bathroom (...jammies and ugly, scraggly ponytail) and sweating in your own space. Only the beautiful, glowing and still somewhat-slim pregnant woman shows up for the job. I am none of the above so far. I really hate gagging in my trash can and running in stilettos to the multi-bathroom, throwing up my morning hot chocolate and blaming it on "looking out the window...fear of heights, ya know?" I really do have a fear of looking out the windows of my office (it's 42 floors!) but to the point of up-chuck? Nah. I'm sincerely thankful for this beautiful, sweet, growing baby. Ok, I know that I don't know if it's sweet or not yet. But it will be. And, of course it's beautiful...have you seen K's eyes? and curls? -focus- I am sincerely thankful. I will, however, be thrilled when this trimester is over and the throwing up ends.

On a not-so related note, can you guys pray for me? I have been having a hard time this week fearing things that could happen and letting them rule my thoughts. Then, accepting them already; almost preparing for them. (Why am I so weird?) I'm just scared. I'm scared of miscarriage, disease, stillbirth, not being able to handle something, not being "good" at giving birth, not being able to stay at home with baby guff or finding an excellent, top of the line (affordable) day care...and the list goes on. Every day I am brought to tears by something that I am fearful of. And then, I talk myself into it being 'ok' because God has a reason for everything; instead of praying boldly that he prevent this tiny miracle from any harm, and curb my insecurities. Anyway, I would appreciate prayers. This is something I am working fervently on, and fail miserably almost by the hour.



Well, these are my girls. My big sis and my mama. They both have beautiful, wonderful and healthy children :) I am certain that they were a lot stronger than I am being during their pregnancies and had less complaining on their agendas. I love them. I look up to them. I pester them with annoying questions and exaggerated stories. They are beautiful women of God who inspire me every single day. *mmm mmmm* That's a hug. (Now get your husbands to give you a real one from me, and tell them to squeeze tight).


Until Next TIme,
The Guff