back.....

So, Quenton is finally home. :) Life feels so normal now, and since we have SO many things to do before baby comes, it's nice to have another set of hands to do the heavy lifting! On Friday we did a little shopping where I got some new clothes, we picked up some groceries, and then we started to do a little organizing. Saturday we went to Ikea to pick up a laptop desk and a fun shoe rack. I've decided that unless we absolutely need to, I want to have our OWN things. We still have a few hand-me-downs from family, but I'm slowly getting rid of them to make way for our new family and to help our place feel like our home. Our next purchases will be dressers, a crib, stroller with a car seat, and any other things our little one may need. We bought some pictures of white lilacs from ikea as well, to put in the kitchen. It looks more inviting now, and with a couple other pictures up in the livingroom, I finally feel comfortable thinking of staying here for a year or two. I feel like breathing a huge sigh of relief. sigh.

beautiful.....

so tonight I went to an event at the Alberta School for the Deaf for my ASL class. It was a movie about a deaf man (Andy) who was plagued by his past, and who had to cope with ignorant people (both deaf and hearing) before he met a kind, sweet woman (Mary) who made the effort to get to know him, understand him, and reach out to him. Although it was a little slow at the beginning, I really enjoyed how Mary was so patient with him, and gave him space when he needed it, but pushed him to open up when he needed that also. In one part of the movie, they went to church where the priest was talking about "The Prodigal Son". One thing that he mentioned was that it should have been named "The Forgiving Father", which stuck a chord with me. I think that we sometimes see ourselves as the wayward child, going through the experience of facing our mistakes, our problems, and humbling ourselves before those we love. But, have we really put ourselves in the position of the parent? We don't necessarily need to be a mother or father, but have we so openly welcomed someone back into our lives after past transgressions, or fault, being willing to forgive unconditionally? I struggle with that. It's difficult to forgive OR forget, nevermind forgive AND forget. At least with me, it is. Wounds take time to heal, but I suppose it's not something that will happen without work on my part. Perhaps humility is a struggle for me as pride is a struggle.
Anyway, there was a happy ending to the movie, and it made me remember why I love what I'm doing. Slowly, life seems to be falling into place. :)

our little bumblebee.....

here he/she is :) only 12.5 weeks old, and moving like a salsa dancer!

in the clear.... I think....

So, after seeing my doctor yesterday, everything is fine. :) I have to go for a blood test still, but that's just to give me more peace of mind. Man, this baby is already taking me on a rollercoaster ride! On another note, Quenton is home. :) I was hoping it was for good, but he has to go back next week. He wants to stay for the ultrasound on Tuesday, which makes me so happy! It'll be nice for him to see bumblebee for the first time. :)
So, only positive thinking from here on! I've been pretty good, so I have great expectations for the next 6 months. :) I do need to say a big THANK YOU to great friends and family. I know that some people wonder why we want to tell people so early that we're pregnant, and to keep all these things to ourselves, but I find it easier to deal with a good support system, so thanks again. :) Life is good!

worried?

So, I noticed on Friday that I was spotting a bit, and started to worry. I called Healthlink and the nurse said that without cramping and extensive bleeding, I should just monitor things for 72 hours and see my doctor in a few days. Nothing has "stopped", but it's not getting worse, so I'm thankful for that. I'm confident that everything will be ok, but it's hard to not think that things are going to turn out the way they did the first time, but I also need to remember that this is a blessing. Whatever happens is supposed to happen. My friend's father passed away recently, and as I was reading her blog entries, I was so impressed by her faith. Trials, no matter how big they may seem, can try us until we feel we will break. I suppose that is when we must kneel to receive the support we need. I pray that things will work out the way we want, but whatever is the Lord's will is what I'll accept. This beautiful baby is ours, and for however long it may be, I will love it always. :)