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10 Things for 10 weeks…
..left that is:)
Yes, this week, I hit the 30 week mark! Hard to believe there are only 10 (!) weeks or so left in this journey. I have a feeling it might be ten long weeks if we get a typical Southern IN summer, but thank goodness for air conditioning, fans, and maxi dresses. Here a few thoughts running through my head these days.. well, aside from trying to remember the milk goes in the fridge, not the pantry! Also, that’s the best picture you are going to get this blog post. After way too many tries, we quit. I love this dress-I got it on a super clearance sale at Gap, but it doesn’t do such a great job of showing off my belly so you can just imagine I am bigger than I was in my last post. 🙂

10- I finally cannot hide being pregnant. Last week, the girls in the club finally caught on and were SO excited. It was kinda fun to see them all excited about it and I am glad I can stop trying to find black shirts that hide my belly. Strangers stop me and comment about my belly.. it’s weird, but I suppose comes with the territory.
9- Baby Schmitt is CRAZY active. I am convinced he is doing flips in there and constantly trying to figure out where he can poke me today. I would say it’s annoying, but really, it is the coolest thing ever. Even when it hurts. My favorite part is when I can pick out a hand or a foot pressing against my belly. Some days I am impressed I actually get work done because I would rather just sit and stare at my belly.
8- The nursery is almost done. Jordan is going to make some shelves and I am going to finish a crib skirt and we will be all ready for the little guy. (apparently having a baby has turned both of us into crafters:)) It is coming together quite nicely and one of these days I will actually take some pictures and post them.
7- So far the third trimester has been the best. I finally seem to have gotten some of my energy back and am slowly learning the masterful art of the word “no.” I just want to soak up every minute I can with my husband before our family expands by one and I have a list a mile long of cleaning and projects I want to finish.
6- Everyone asks about the cravings.. the only one I can probably say is an actual craving is watermelon. I was never a huge fan of it because I didn’t see the point in eating something that is mostly water, but these days I can’t get enough of it. And one of the couples from our small group gave us a giant watermelon brought back from Florida-I cannot wait to eat it!! Other than watermelon, my aversion for vegetables continues. I am forcing them into my diet in creative ways, but alas, it is still a challenge. The other weird thing, cold water. I used to drink only room temperature water and now I cannot drink water if it isn’t ice cold.
5- My amazing mother-in-law and mother threw me a baby shower a few weeks ago. It was so much fun and we were sure spoiled. I washed and hung up all his clothes already and have been putting away the rest of the things we got, side note, babies take up a lot of room. Hard to believe something so small needs so much!!
4- We are almost finished with our birthing classes and I am dragging my lovely husband to a breast-feeding class this weekend. He has been the best support throughout the past 30 weeks. I could not be more proud of him. And I am very thankful he has a God-given ability to stay calm because we all know calm is not among my strong characteristics.
3- My belly button has officially popped. And being summer, I have given up on trying to wear multiple layers to hide it..it just is what it is.
2- I am hungry all the time. I could eat and two minutes later be hungry again. Also, heartburn. At least I assume the feeling of fire in my throat and chest is heartburn.
1- Only 10 weeks until we get to meet our little guy. I already love him so much, I cannot imagine what I will be like when he arrives.
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Hello Third Trimester
Did I just write that? THIRD TRIMESTER. I am so not ready for this. The countdown is on until we get to finally meet our little guy who seems to enjoy head butting and kicking me. I am not sure if I am excited or nervous or scared. I think at times I am all of those feelings and sometimes I am still sitting here staring at my belly in disbelief. My brain is not working quite right these days, I am blaming it on this lovely term “pregnancy brain” which I am not sure actually exists, but I will use it as my excuse. As such, eloquent thoughts just aren’t flowing through my fingers, so instead you get a few musings on my current state of affairs.Welcome to week 27!
First off, I would like to know where all of my “thick, beautiful hair” is because apparently my body took pregnancy to mean “oily, not-growing hair.” Haven’t cut my bangs in months and they have stayed in the exact same spot. Wonderful when I am trying to go them out. Also, I seriously could wash my hair every two hours and it probably still wouldn’t look clean. Hello cute bun-you are my new favorite friend!
The nursery is almost finished. Which is good because I am about to start nesting in overdrive. I have already made a mental list of the cabinets I want to clean out and have bought fabric for some projects I have wonderful intentions of completing. We finished painting and put the dresser and rocker in the baby’s room and holy.cow. this little guy takes up a lot of room. But I LOVE it. The shopaholic side of me is in heaven. (don’t worry, our Dave Ramsey budget is mostly in tact and I have found a new love for garage sales) And my husband keeps me in line which I need because otherwise, every cute outfit I see screams “buy me.” I am practicing a lot of self-control and am pretty proud of myself.
I still hate vegetables. I have resorted to masking kale with as much other stuff as I can in my morning smoothies and forcing down something green at dinner. But really, I just want chocolate or pie or ice cream. I have done enough research on nutrition and baby development to know those are really not helpful in growing a baby, but why oh why do they sound so good?? I wouldn’t even say I have had any super major cravings at this point, just a general desire for things unhealthy. A desire I mostly ignore unless it Mother’s Day and then I make two pies and take home the leftovers because I can. And because it’s Mother’s Day. (also because I passed my glucose test:))
Through work, I got an activity tracker and it beeps at you every hour if you haven’t moved. Thankfully, I rarely have this problem as my current bladder capacity is resting at about 45 minutes. The tracker has been helpful to keep me moving, taking the stairs, and walking the dog. It also tracks my sleep which is becoming less like a flat line and more like a roller coaster. Up, Down, Up, Down. I can’t roll over without waking up. I can’t wake up without my bladder reminding me it is well past it’s 45 minutes capacity limit. So goes our nightly fun! I just keep reminding myself this is good preparation for what is about to happen.
We starting taking birth classes and I made my pre-admission appointment at the hospital. I feel like life is spinning by 100 miles an hour and I am trying to keep up. In this area of life, this pregnancy has been a blessing. It is helping me to slow down. I skipped a meeting last week because I was tired and my feet hurt and I just wanted to go home and sit on the couch. So I did. 6 months ago I would have forced myself to go, but today I am allowing myself some grace. I am giving myself the space I need to rest, to relax, and to adjust to the changes about to take place in our lives. I am savoring every minute I can with my dear husband and learning to be ok with the fact I just can’t do it all (I never could, but I liked to entertain that thought).
As I enter the last trimester, my goal is simple-enjoy it. All too soon, our little guy will be here and we will be parents managing diaper changes and late-night feedings. But he isn’t here yet. And this time will be gone before I even realize it. So if I am MIA from a meeting or a social event, know I still love you and care about your cause, but for right now, I may just need to prop my feet up and snuggle next to my husband in front of some lame TV show.
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25 Weeks…and 25 bathroom trips
Earlier in 2015, I had every intention of blogging more often. And in all reality, I have countless half-written or completely written blogs saved in my drafts folder. I just never seem to feel confident enough about them to actually getting around to hitting the publish button. Ironically, given the sad number of readers I have, I probably should not worry about this so much. (I love you all by the way and when you do comment or e-mail it makes my day!) So as a feeble attempt to make up for lost time, I am going to try to blog a little more often about the remainder of my pregnancy and perhaps sprinkle in a few thoughts about life here and there.
A few days ago, I printed off a week-by-week by trimester guide from a blog I like to read. I clicked on the one for second trimester and as I looked at the table of contents, I realized I actually only needed the last few pages of the document. In an instant, I froze. How is it even possible I am almost in my third trimester? I feel like just yesterday I was walking around with this enormous secret. And now, I finally get random strangers stopping to say congrats and ask when am I due. Score for not looking fat anymore:)
The second trimester has brought on all types of new changes. An insatiable appetite being one of them. I seriously can.not.stop.eating. Thankfully, I keep mostly healthy food around so it’s not all bad. And if my co-workers ever get hungry, I basically have a grocery store at my desk. I just figure this little guy needs some extra calories. Given the flips he turns and the way he seems to be trying to bust out of my stomach with his feet, it’s no wonder I am hungry all the time. Also fun, he seems to be sitting exactly on top of my bladder. Thus, not only am I trying to drink extra water, I am also getting lots of extra steps in due my constant walks to and from the bathroom. And I have been told this only gets worse, I think by the third trimester I may just move my computer into the stall. lol. 🙂
Officially I have outgrown almost all of my clothes. Logically, this should make getting dressed in the morning quick, but alas, I still stand there debating between the few outfits I have. Thankfully I can just blame pregnancy brain on the fact I may or may not have already worn that shirt this week. Maternity clothes are sold to a captive audience thus they don’t ever have to go on sale, even if they are twenty-three seasons out of style. I am thankful I have amazing friends who have loaned my clothes and I am still determined to bargain shop so the few clothes I have purchased have been sorta on sale.
Perhaps I will include some more serious thoughts later, but for now, the water I drank ten minutes ago has already hit my bladder. Love to you all!
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20 Weeks!
We hit the illustrious half-way mark! Yes folks, we are 20 weeks pregnant. Forgive my less-than-Pinterest worthy photo, but there is a small baby bump there! According to my pregnancy apps, we have a mango or a small cantaloupe in there this week. I think I have a tiny boxer in there considering the extent to which this little thing kicks and hits me.It’s hard to believe its been 20 weeks since we found out. And I will admit, it has taken 20 weeks for me to finally be excited. I told my friend the other day, this is the first week I am actually really getting excited and I am so so ready to find out whether this baby is a he or she. There are baby clothes out there begging me to buy them! 🙂
Feeling the baby move has got to rank up there with coolest things ever. And maybe weirdest. There is a small child inside of me. Don’t think too long about that thought. But seriously, God is incredible in the way He created us. And I already love this little person more than I could ever imagine. God’s ways are truly higher than mine and I am so very thankful He is in control.
Everyone asks about the cravings. Mostly I want sugar. Which is really hard to my health-conscious self. I have been trying to eat fruit and make healthy sweet things, but sometimes a Blizzard is just the answer. I also bought 5 boxes of mac and cheese at the grocery store last week. I could eat it three meals a day if I let myself. The most repulsive thing-vegetables. Of any kind. This is not a good thing. I force myself to eat them because I know they are essential, but yuck.
Now, give me a moment to talk about some of the tough parts of pregnancy. Like the acne. Seriously, my face looks worse than it did in junior high. I am just thankful my belly is starting to grow so people don’t just think I am fat and have teenage skin.:) I hope it settles back down in 20 weeks. How about the having-to-pee every hour. I think the baby is sitting right on my bladder. No luck with that waiting until the 3rd trimester. Perhaps the hardest part, though, has been taming my anxious thoughts. I am not usually a person who worries much. I plan and I read and I just generally figure things will happen as they are supposed to, but since about week 17, I keep imagining all these things that could go wrong or be wrong. And perhaps the not knowing is what makes it the hardest. As we hit week 20, I woke up this morning and prayed God would give me peace. I am clinging to 1 Peter 5:7, “Cast all your anxiety on him because He cares for you” and Philippians 4:6, “Do not be anxious about anything, but in every situation, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God.”
While 20 weeks seems to have come so quickly, I am working on enjoying this time to prepare and spend time with my husband. The baby will come soon enough and until then, I am going to work on simply being in this moment.
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First Kicks
The other night we were sitting on the couch and it happened… there was an undeniable kick. In fact, I could actually see my stomach move. I thought I had felt the baby move in the few days prior, but this time there was no other way to explain it. The baby was kicking me. I may or may not have cried.
Four months ago, if you had told me feeling the tiny kick of the little baby inside of me would move me tears, I would have laughed in your face. I am not typically super sentimental and I had no intentions of becoming a mom right away. But now, every time this little thing kicks me (which is a lot), I get this overwhelming sense of excitement and fear. Excitement over the idea of having my own child and fear of raising it in this often scary world. Honestly, I am pretty nervous about becoming a mom. I have researched a lot, but I know full well, all the research in the world won’t prepare me for those first few months. And I am learning, slowly, how quickly and how easy it is to get wrapped up in a world of comparison and discouragement. Some days, I feel like I am so very alone in all of this, trying my hardest to figure out and navigate my way into motherhood and making the best decisions for me, our child, and our family. I am ever thankful for a husband who so lovingly reminds me I am not alone and for a Savior who never leaves my side.
As I have been praying and studying lately, I have come back over and over to one of my favorite passages of scripture. Psalm 139, specifically verses 13- 18.
13 For you created my inmost being;
you knit me together in my mother’s womb.
14 I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made;
your works are wonderful,
I know that full well.
15 My frame was not hidden from you
when I was made in the secret place,
when I was woven together in the depths of the earth.
16 Your eyes saw my unformed body;
all the days ordained for me were written in your book
before one of them came to be.
17 How precious to me are your thoughts,[a] God!
How vast is the sum of them!
18 Were I to count them,
they would outnumber the grains of sand—
when I awake, I am still with you.As I sit here and ponder once more the promises of those verses, I am reminded how very much not alone I am. In all the planning and praying and preparing, Someone has already woven together the sweet child inside of me and ordained each of its days. A plan has been set into motion and the God of universe promises to be there each step of the way. Just as He is with me each step of the way. Every time I feel a kick or question this moment, I am reminded each of my days were planned out long before I arrived. It is the most precious, comforting thought. No matter what lies ahead, I can rest in the fact God knows and He is in control and He is laying out the plans. I simply have to be obedient and place my cares and worries into His hands.
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Reflecting on One Year
Some days life seems to crawl by and others it seems like I can’t keep track of where the days went. For example, we are celebrating one year of marriage on March 15th. While a year is nothing super monumental, I can hardly believe we have been married a year. It seems like just yesterday I was tying up loose ends regarding DJs, flowers, and wedding food. And while this year has had its share of challenges, I can honestly say, one year later, I am more in love and more proud of my husband.
We jumped head first into marriage, ministry, and life together. Through this, God has blessed us with an amazing community and families who support and love us. Whether it is lunch with the family, serving at church, or the nights we spend praying for the strip club ministry I lead, we have grown stronger and closer. We put God at the core of our marriage and it has been exciting to see the growth and change in both of our lives as we grow closer to Him and to each other.
We have both learned how to navigate the transition of living together and sharing a space. And while some days are still tough, we made a decision before we ever got married to not share a bathroom and I am convinced this has saved us from many marital tiffs. While I tend to like neatness and order, my bathroom basically always looks like a tornado went through it. And I wish I could tell my husband this was going to change, but alas, after 28 years, I am afraid this may be a battle not worth fighting.
Some may have counseled us otherwise, but two weeks into marriage, we got a dog. She has been one of the best things for us and sometimes I am a little embarrassed to admit most of our evenings consist of a lot of puppy snuggling. We love her so much and taking care of her has helped me feel a little better about becoming a mom. She is a constant source of joy and we are both so glad we made the decision to get her.
Perhaps the biggest change after one year of marriage, is the coming transition into parenthood. This was definitely not my plan. I imagined many different scenarios, but a baby was not in any of them. Nevertheless, I have fallen more in love with my husband since we found out and we have both learned to communicate better and cherish each other more. I find myself saying no much more so we have time to spend time together. I have also had to let go of some of my “perfect” wife notions. When you are sick 24/7, you just have to let go and be ok with spending a lot of time resting. I am also learning daily I am not in this alone. Sometimes it is easy to feel that way as my body is the one going through a million changes, but I am learning to rely on my husband and include him in the stresses, the changes, and the million thoughts swirling through my head.
One year later, I can honestly say we talk more, laugh more, and are more in love today than when we said “I do.” He has become my best friend, my trusted confidant, partner in crime, and huge cheerleader. I would not be where I am or who I am without his constant support, care, and sharpening.
So babe, after one year, I can say from the bottom of my heart, you were the best decision I have ever made and I can’t wait to see what the next many years holds!
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Give In to the One Who Gave it All
Lent is one of those interesting times in the life of the church. You have people from all ends of the religious spectrum-Catholic, conservative, to contemporary-who celebrate the season in a myriad of ways. Some people deny themselves something, some take the time to reflect, and there is a growing trend of participating in acts of kindness or justice.
Personally, I tend to vary in my approach to lent. In past years, I have sacrificed something, participated in acts of justice studies, and done nothing. As I head into this Lenten season, my heart and mind are struggling in the world of balancing life, preparing to enter parenthood, work, and a quickly growing ministry. I have a pile of books about 9 high beside my bed waiting to be read, my inbox is bombarded daily with baby e-mails, advertisements, and well-meaning e-mails from individuals wanting to get involved or needed me to do something.
As hard as I have been working to clear my schedule and focus on simply being, each week seems to come and go in a blur. Perhaps this is because I have been working hard. Somewhere in all of it, I forgot I am not in this alone. I am more aware than ever of my feelings of unworthiness and fears over the future. Something about all of a sudden being responsible for the well-being of a tiny person does that to you! So oh what a glorious reminder it was this morning as Lent begins, I am not in this alone. My imperfections, sin, and inability to manage everything are nailed to the cross. My fears and feelings of unworthiness are no longer mine to bear.
All of this caused me to pause, step back, and focus on something a little different for this season of Lent. I am committing to carving out a portion of each day to pause, breathe, and spend time giving everything over to the One who does hold it all and who can do it all. He is the hope, the encouragement, and the answer to my imperfections and fears. And while there are many tools out there to help, the one I settled on for this season is by She Reads Truth. Rather than giving up, I am giving in to the One who gave it all. Join me in a journey to focus on Jesus and our inability to do anything without His guidance.
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My Newest Adventure
Drumroll please….
…motherhood!
Yes, you read that right. My newest adventure in this crazy life is transitioning from wife to mom. For the record, this was totally God’s plan and not mine, so I have had to spend a lot of time praying and trusting His plans are higher than my plans. After a 12 week battle with constant nausea and exhaustion, I am finally starting to feel like a normal person again. Oh, except for the small fact there is another person inside of me. I am convinced you never get used to that idea.
Also, the not-sleeping-through-the-night, peeing every hour, mood swings, and having weird cravings starts from day one. So far I am 100% convinced this baby did not come from my genes as the only thing it craves is greasy, fried food and all things sweet. Oh and bubblegum. I have not chewed gum in 4 years, but I bought some all-natural bubble gum from the health food store and I. can’t. stop. I chewed almost the entire package (28 gum balls) in a week.
Beyond the craziness of there being a baby inside of me (seriously, still can’t used to that), there are a million decisions you have to make and a million opinions on how you should make them. Oh and trying to ask people about it gets you a lot of weird looks. I think this is why there are so many mommy bloggers out there because in real life we don’t do a great job supporting each other in our individual paths to motherhood. But on the internet, well, sure you may get some not-so-nice mail, but that’s why they have the delete button.
So I apologize in advance if the theme of my posts over the next 6 months transitions a little…life is changing quickly!!!
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A Journey in Generosity
Our campus pastor challenged us to be more open with our giving stories. I think this was a mini-ploy to help him convince the members of our church tithing was a good thing, but it still caused me to reflect back over my giving journey.
To begin, I have to give my parents major credit for this area of my life. They have always modeled giving for us. Even when things got tough, the church always got 10%. My mom raised us to believe if we wanted something, we just needed to pray about it. I will admit, this may not always be the best parenting strategy, but on the flip side, I have seen clothes and groceries show up on our doorstep, bills mysteriously get paid, and opportunities open up that from a human standpoint simply should not have. They raised me to be generous and to remember I own nothing, God owns everything.
As I grew up and began to manage my own finances, despite all their teaching, I struggled in this area. Not because I doubted the importance of tithing, but because I spent a good bit of time traveling to developing countries and didn’t want my money going to pay electric bills when there were starving children to feed. (yes, I actually thought that) So for a period in my life, I sponsored a few children, supported some missionary friends, and belonged to a collective tithing group. We tithed a portion of our money to the group and used it to meet tangible needs the group brought to the table. It was actually an incredible thing to be part of and although at times our tithes went to pay electric bills, they were earmarked for the broken, hurting people in our lives. I learned about the importance of being in relationship and maintained the practice of giving even as I wrestled with tithing to an actual church.
When I got my first “real” adult job, I also started attending my current church. At the beginning I was not a regular giver, but I did give occasionally because you were supposed to give to your church right? Then I started getting involved and I saw the integrity behind the finances being entrusted to my church. First off, they give 10% of all their income away. Period. Even in the tough times. Second, I can assure you, no one is getting rich off my dollar. And at the end of the day, electric bills do have to get paid so the church can continue to reach those who desperately need Jesus. As my husband and I started dating and got married, we both decided tithing was going to be a non-negotiable. Thanks to online giving, which makes it super easy, we allocate our money each month first to God. Is it always easy? No way. Some months, I would really like to have those few extra dollars. But has it blessed our life? In ways I cannot even recount.
I know, sometimes life is tough and finances are tight and you can’t give as much as you might like. But let me encourage you to start somewhere. The more you give, the more you are trusting God to provide and the less you are relying on your paycheck. As that happens, God can take all the glory when crazy cool things happen like your electric getting paid or the money stretching a little farther this month. He also gets the glory when rough times come and the car breaks down again and the baby is sick and the bills are mounting. When we trust our finances to Him and walk in the principle of generosity, something changes. Is it always a walk in the park? Nope, but I believe with everything in me, no matter what happens, giving is a reminder we are not in control.
Perhaps one of my favorite verses is Malachi 3:10, “Bring the whole tithe into the storehouse, that there may be food in my house. Test me in this,” says the LORD Almighty, “and see if I will not throw open the floodgates of heaven and pour out so much blessing that there will not be room enough to store it.” I can assure you, we are not rich in the world’s eyes. Nor do we have all the newest, fanciest stuff. But I can tell you, our marriage is stronger, our faith is stronger, and our lives are truly different because we have been faithful.
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Presence in an Unlikely Place
In the crazy, busy, over-committed, and hyper media world we live in, I think we have lost the value in presence. The dictionary defines it as “the state or fact of existing, occurring, or being present in a place or thing.” We might call it just being there. I think for many of us we get too wrapped up in life and we forget sometimes the thing people need the most is just us. They just need us to sit and listen or invite us into the craziness. I have this dear friend who used to just let me come over and hang out. She never cleaned her house or re-arranged her schedule for me, she just said I could come over. And I would sit on her couch or on her floor and chat and play with her kids and change dirty diapers. She poured more into my life than so many people and her example left a permanent imprint on me. She was simply there.
Trust me, I could be the first to come up with a million excuses why this is tough and I know we all have priorities and families and there is only so much time in a day, but lately, I have been taking a hard look at my planner and really evaluating how I am spending my time. Am I creating space and time to just be there for those in my life? This point has been impressed on me so strongly lately because I have spent some time just hanging out in a very unlikely place.
Twice a month, I sit at a tall table with two of my dear friends and we just exist. In a place very few in our shoes would willingly venture. In the dark corners of a strip club we just hang out. And I am learning the only thing I have to do is just show up. I don’t have to dress up or have the perfect hair. I don’t have to have my life together or have the right words to say. All I have to do is sit on that chair. And something about just being there communicates more than 1,000 thoughts or dollars or insults ever could. Honestly, most of the time we walk away and have barely said more than a few words. And I am learning the point is not the words you say or the location, the point is you showed up. And you keep showing up. Your presence communicates 1,000 things before you even open your mouth.
So let’s all work on showing up, being there, and inviting others into our lives. How amazing we can go to Christ with all our mess, why shouldn’t we be able to go to each other as well?
