I am flying away on Friday morning.
Because Michael is sending me to a conference for moms.
And I'm nervous about it, but it's something I just need to do to grow.
I'm going to be listening to Sally Clarkson, one of my favorite (still-alive) authoresses. She's the one who says things like this: "My children need me, as a mature Christian, to walk by faith that God is in control, allowing His Spirit to give me peace and joy in the midst of life's inevitable ups and downs."
and: "When we are joyful and see each minute with our children as an opportunity to worship God through our service of Him, our children sense our joy and feel secure and happy."
So I think, if anything, it will be a thought-provoking and focus-sharpening weekend. And I get to sleep in a king-sized bed. By myself.
We're feeling more positive about the baby's prospect for growth, perhaps because of absence of bad symptoms. We've talked to a few people who have heard of baby's heartbeats not being detected and growth being under by several weeks, and it being fine. I'm now starting to feel like the nurse might have mishandled her role...but I suppose I'm always one who would rather hear the bad news and then be positively surprised, rather than have a nurse try to sugar-coat things. I've been increasing protein, continuing to work out, and doing all of the healthy things you're supposed to do. (Maybe I'll be posting about our new workout series that we both love, but I'm not sure yet. I wouldn't want to alarm anyone unnecessarily with fear of alien abduction.)
This weekend, Million has repeatedly said "I'm just so happy I have a daddy and a mommy."
Isn't that sweet?
If he didn't have a past history of traumatic experiences, I would let it stop there. Just sweetness.
But the insides of me ache that he knows intimately that not all children have daddies and mommies.
He is also still angry with Jesus. Because Million does NOT want a new body if and when he goes to heaven. He is perfectly fine with his current body.
In other news, I'm looking around for cute tea houses or bed and breakfasts. For our anniversary (last summer), we received some money (and the promise of childcare) to go towards a mini-vacation for us as a couple. And we're finally getting around to planning that out.
Because Michael is sending me to a conference for moms.
And I'm nervous about it, but it's something I just need to do to grow.
I'm going to be listening to Sally Clarkson, one of my favorite (still-alive) authoresses. She's the one who says things like this: "My children need me, as a mature Christian, to walk by faith that God is in control, allowing His Spirit to give me peace and joy in the midst of life's inevitable ups and downs."
and: "When we are joyful and see each minute with our children as an opportunity to worship God through our service of Him, our children sense our joy and feel secure and happy."
So I think, if anything, it will be a thought-provoking and focus-sharpening weekend. And I get to sleep in a king-sized bed. By myself.
We're feeling more positive about the baby's prospect for growth, perhaps because of absence of bad symptoms. We've talked to a few people who have heard of baby's heartbeats not being detected and growth being under by several weeks, and it being fine. I'm now starting to feel like the nurse might have mishandled her role...but I suppose I'm always one who would rather hear the bad news and then be positively surprised, rather than have a nurse try to sugar-coat things. I've been increasing protein, continuing to work out, and doing all of the healthy things you're supposed to do. (Maybe I'll be posting about our new workout series that we both love, but I'm not sure yet. I wouldn't want to alarm anyone unnecessarily with fear of alien abduction.)
This weekend, Million has repeatedly said "I'm just so happy I have a daddy and a mommy."
Isn't that sweet?
If he didn't have a past history of traumatic experiences, I would let it stop there. Just sweetness.
But the insides of me ache that he knows intimately that not all children have daddies and mommies.
He is also still angry with Jesus. Because Million does NOT want a new body if and when he goes to heaven. He is perfectly fine with his current body.
In other news, I'm looking around for cute tea houses or bed and breakfasts. For our anniversary (last summer), we received some money (and the promise of childcare) to go towards a mini-vacation for us as a couple. And we're finally getting around to planning that out.
THIS bed and breakfast:
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John and I stumbled upon it last summer, and it was EXCELLENT. You won't be disappointed in the place, and you might just be quite surprised at how interesting Winona is if you didn't know before. I sure didn't! We had an awesome time, and the breakfast is great as are the rooms.