*In a Nut Shell

Final Countdown

You know you’ve reached the end of pregnancy when…

You want to do all the projects.

You can only do so much on all the projects because you’re 64758590134 months pregnant. Or, as I more plainly put it, I still have an eternity to go. Possibly two!

You have a complete melt down because you know you are capable of handling all the projects, but being 64758590134 months pregnant suddenly leaves you incapable to, let’s say, start the lawn mower.

(Yes folks, inabilities to start lawn mowers is infact a real tear jerker!)

You still have all the projects waiting to be completed at the end of most days because you are still 64758590134 months pregnant.

You’re a stubborn cuss. Determined to just make stuff happen like you weren’t 64758590134 months pregnant with two eternities to go.

And, you lose all patience with people. And, you’re ravenous but sick of food because you’ve been on such a simple diet for 64758590134 months. And, you toss and turn all night as your hips grind and slide in n’ out.

And, and, and…. Really?

It’s all just petty complaints in a reality of the most beautiful thing. Have you ever heard the saying that says “women are the most like God in their life giving abilities”? Isn’t that awesome?

So, yes I have been pregnant for the same amount of hours, days, weeks, months alot of women are. And, yes, I experience similar discomforts and agitations and breakdowns. But, I know as soon as I am holding this precious gift, all of my whining will be a vague memory.

Today, I had my second to the last high risk doctor appointment. All the staff, the doctor, and the midwife congratulated me on a job well done on a 7th Type 1 Diabetic pregnancy with zero complications and maintaining an excellent A1c (average glucose readings). It didn’t come so easy for me this time, diabetes-wise, but I pulled through just the same, no worse for the wear, and get to meet this little-big human one week from today.

Please keep the baby and me in your prayers as we prepare for another C-section. And, please pray for the doctor and hospital staff that they have a steady hand and all goes as smooth as possible.

And, if/when you’re 64785890134 months pregnant, remember you will soon forget how many months it took, and that it most likely takes as long as it does because you need to be damn determined to push that bundle of joy into this world!

And, for heaven’s sake, don’t try to start a lawn mower unless all your other “let it go” attempts at a good cry have failed you. ;)

Edited to add:ย Please also remember my friends, Anna, Terese, and Theresa in your prayers. As I make light about being tired and grumpy, these ladies have all lost their babies in the past few weeks. What a tragedy to only hold your tiny child for a few hours, or few days, but what a blessing for that opportunity to kiss a tiny saint. How their arms and hearts must ache.

Jesus be their comfort. Amen. St. Jack, pray for us. St. Monica Jane, pray for us. St. Baby Burud, pray for us.

*In a Nut Shell

Presidents Day

Keeping it short and sweet, here is a shot of what happens over a three day weekend that is cloudy yet warm…

Pallet forts, puppy mazes and obstacle courses, and scaling fences (much to the delight of the neighbor’s dog!).

I have pork in the crock pot to have carnitas burrito bowls for dinner. It smells heavenly!

I’ve been doing alot of nesting even though I technically have 8 weeks of this pregnancy left. I look full term and the baby is weighing well into the 5lbs range. My numbers are still in pretty good range, blood sugar wise and amniotic fluid wise. Although I am taking the most insulin I have ever taken in pregnancy, and at any moment my body can decide to quit cooperating in the amniotic fluid filtering department. I meet with both doctors this week, so maybe we can start laying some ground work about what, when, and how this is going to actually unfold.

All of that brings to mind my recent chatter about my new blog. I have started a few posts, but I haven’t begun the development of the actual blog to put the posts on! It would seem like this is something so easy to do, but I am not rushing it, or forgetting it. I just want to do it all right, laying the ground work in such a way that I will stay consistent in posts and getting guest posts as well.

Anywho, I promise to share an update later this week if anything amazing or mind blowing pops up at my appointments.

P.S. I want to thank you all for your love and prayers. Today is Presidents Day, tomorrow is the 20th. It was on Presidents Day, Feb 20, last year (2017) that I suffered my seizure. God has blessed me abundantly with continued good health since then, despite the insurance obstacles we continue to face. His grace is always sufficient and I am still here. Alive and well, still receiving my needed meds and medical equipment.

*In a Nut Shell

Friday Morning Musings of a Pregnant Lady

I didn’t get the response I was hoping for, in reality I hardly got anything at all! However, the few comments and private reachings out to me about my new blog endeavors about diabetes, pregnancy, and motherhood that I did receive has pushed me in a decision to do it. It’ll be a while before I get things going because I have some plotting and planning to do, so I will keep you posted!

I am 9ish weeks away from delivery. The kids asked me earlier this week if I’d be happy the baby came now, but after my initial thoughts of “YES!!!” I decided that I would much prefer staying pregnant in order to avoid living in the hospital as baby got stronger and bigger to come home after an early birth.

The way the baby responds to certain things reminds me more and more of my pregnancy with Phillip. I’m not going to lie: the thought sort of terrifies me. He is such a good kid now, but my goodness was he an awful baby. I don’t think I can handle a round two right now! Your will be done, Lord, not mine….but, PLEASE! ;)

I was touching base with one of my cousins-in-law who is due any minute with her 7th. We were talking about pregnancy and motherhood and how it has been going in our 7th go-around, in our 30’s vs our 20’s, etc. Pregnancy is definitely not as easy as it was, and like she said, you’d think after so many that these kids would just fall out already! Motherhood is not for the faint of heart; I no longer wonder at how many saints are mothers. Having frequent conversations with my friends about what they’re experiencing really helps me in a moral support kind of way, but it also helps me decipher what I am feeling physically to determine what is “normal” and what is most likely “diabetic related”.

At the end of the day, though, I am grateful for God’s blessings that come in forms of loving whispers as well as painful smacks of a stick*. Even though I can’t fathom why He has intended the path of our Christian lives to be difficult; up a straight, narrow, rocky path; camels passing through eyes of a needle; He reminds us over and over again in the Old and New Testament that it is going to be a struggle to get to Him in Heaven. But, just as many times, if not more, He reminds us to trust Him; to be not afraid; His burden is [actually] light; He doesn’t ask of us what He hasn’t already endured.

My goodness that is so freakin’ powerful! And, scary. But, if I could guess, I would guess God’s intentions are possibly one of two things. Or both. Or more. Or not.

The first is: Maybe God wants our longing for Him in Heaven to be the only thing we hold on to at the end of the day. All of this: our spouses, kids, home, life, can be gone tomorrow! But, we still have our promise of Him and His magnificent, eternal love. I read in a book about Purgatory last year that there are countless souls who have served their final cleansing of their sins, but still aren’t permitted into Heaven because their love for God isn’t perfect or pure or strong enough yet. (side note: Could you imagine?????)

And, second: Maybe God wants us to use our struggles to help the salvation of souls who have nobody to pray for them. We often pray for our immediate family, close friends, and family & friends that pop up in need of a prayer for one intention or another. But, what about the souls who are searching but have, or think they have, nowhere to turn? The lonely. The forgotten. The lost and rebellious. Maybe God wants us to remember to pray for more than our “circle”. We all have free will to choose God, or not, but prayer is never a wasted endeavor.

I am faced with so much being a mom to seven, completely unique little persons, “doing” pregnancy, being a helpful and loving wife to the most selfless husband, and diabetes. My heart is stretched and pulled, and my mind wonders and questions. There is so much that simply requires faith, and taking one step at a time, one day at a time. But, the thing that comes most natural to me is my relationship with Lowell. I use that as a building block for all the other things I am faced with. It is easiest to see, know, love and serve God via my marriage than anywhere else. Having Lowell as my life partner strengthens my love for God and in turn truly helps me with all other points in life. It is so true when you hear that your relationship with your spouse is first and most important and everything else will fall into it’s proper place and order.

What say you, blogosphere? Any interesting thoughts on these ramblings of a pregnant mom?


*Thanks for the analogy, Bug!

*In a Nut Shell

Real Quick, before 2017 signs out…

Once upon a time, there was this amazing and beautiful life worth documenting all the times of all the weeks in all the months.

Then, life happened! Much to the dismay of this beautiful life’s documentator,ย  posts and updates of the fab life became fewer and farther between with hopes that family and Instagram pals would catch the gist of things in passing photos and text messages via the interwebs and smartphones.

Here we are. Here I am. The proud documentator of this blog and our amazing life. (I know “document-tator” isn’t a word, but it seems to work for this here and now.) I am going to wrap up our latest happenings and close 2017 BEFORE 2017 closes on me.

Set… Go!

2017 has been one hell of a roller coaster for our family! Some places we could have gone without, but over all I would say it has been mostly filled with blessings even when the crosses have seemed more awful than beautiful.

Lowell closed the doors to his business after receiving a diagnosis of severe wood allergies. The poor man suffered so much this summer with what we thought was seasonal allergies and poison oak breakout(s), but we finally found a doctor who knew what to test for and the tests were all positive for most of pet dander, most pollen, and every kind of wood that could be tested for. The nurse said the flare ups on his skin where they did the testing should disappear by the next morning, but his allergy is so severe it took nearly 3 days for Lowell to be fully recovered. So, we were faced with the job dilemma once again with the ultimate question attached to each possible job: What kind of health insurance do you have?

It is an unfortunate thing, but health care is hardly “care” when it comes to diabetics. We spend more money each month keeping me alive than we do on rent and groceries. Even with insurance, copays and deductibles are just painful. So, Lowell has decided after attending a few job fairs and talking to lots of various employers, he really is the most attracted to law enforcement and government jobs. It is truly where is passion lies. I mean, it really is perfect fit for him, no? He has the perfect personality for it and has always thrived in that setting of community and brotherhood like he experienced at St Michael’s for highschool and again during his time in the Navy. Plus, he is super dreamy in a uniform! I have always been nervous about the idea of him in law enforcement, but he is a strong man who knows how to take care of himself, so I know I can count on him coming home. It’s taken a long time to find peace in believing that, and I already am praying that he remains safe wherever God opens the door for him. We have been working on talking to all the local agencies, finding out who their health insurance providers are, and narrowing down from there who Lowell will apply with as the departments open for new candidates in the new year.

In the meantime, he has gotten a job as a fleet and service mechanic for a local metal building construction company. He absolutely loves it! His boss is his same age and has 7 kids, so he totally gets where Lowell is coming from and is sympathetic and understanding to our unique needs as a family. Not that we have many!, just that the possibility is out there and can happen at the drop of a hat, or blood sugar. ;)

The kids are doing so well at school! We have mostly A’s and a few C’s. Felicity is still struggling with Math, but George is really coming leaps and bounds with his reading and spelling. Phillip is the apple of both his teacher and his teacher’s aid’s eye. We are on Christmas break until the 8th and it has been such a nice time. We have had pretty chilly temps lately, so we’ve spent alot of time indoors drinking hot cocoa and playing games that were received for Christmas.

I am 26 weeks pregnant. Surprise! incase you didn’t know yet. Baby is due on Grandma Ruth’s birthday, April 11. She would have been extra proud of this great grand just for that reason alone, I am pretty sure of it. Over all, the pregnancy has gone well, even with the horrendous health insurance road blocks we have encountered along the way. Baby is growing healthy and feels quite strong based on it’s daily aerobics and exercises. At my last appointment with the high risk doctor, aka perinatologist, she said that everything is looking fantastic. So, now I just need to keep my newly developed uncooperative blood sugars more tightly reigned. There is already some evidence of a bit of extra amniotic fluid, so I am anticipating a 37 week delivery (sorry, Grandma!). We shall see what the good Lord has in store for us, though. Please pray for my health and in turn our baby’s health; we are a packaged deal.

I am not sad to you go, 2017, you’ve been one for the record books, that’s for sure! We have hurt and loved hard this year, and have stretched and grown as individuals and as a family. We are no longer a carpenter’s family, but we are pretty close to expert in all things health insurance and Obama Care. Well, if there is such a thing as being an expert in it. And, we are closer knit and have thicker skins to carry us in to the new year as an armor for ourselves in helping others by our example and experiences.

I guess this sounded a little on the gloomy side, but we are excited to see what great things God has waiting for us in 2018 and are grateful for all that 2017 has taught us. We love you all and thank God to have each of you in our corner, whispering a Hail Mary for us now and then. See you next year!