tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-52541043283416789572024-03-13T18:31:33.553-07:00Taking it Day by Day...Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15143680455367973540noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5254104328341678957.post-89726036421969127252014-01-13T21:32:00.000-08:002014-01-13T21:32:01.240-08:00Friday, January 17,2014... My due dateThis coming up Friday would have been my due date.....WOW....... Has it been 5 months already...... It sure hasn't been an easy road and I still struggled. I have my good days and my bad days. I have had more good days lately than bad days. Me and shane were talking one night about how I was feeling and he told me that it was up to me how I felt. I controlled my feelings. He said that I had to decide when I wanted to be happy. I told him it wasn't that easy but then New Years rolled around and everyone was making resolutions so I figured I'd make some. Of course lose weight,eat healthy, ect.... But I also decided I WAS going to be happy, I was going to treat myself better. I told myself I was the only one that could make me happy no one else could make me happy, ON,Y ME!!! And I have been happy. I have been working out some. Eating better. And enjoying life. I have a group of friends that I love very much and they always make me smile and laugh. I have family that I love more than anything.<div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15143680455367973540noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5254104328341678957.post-7335453353027175502013-11-24T18:55:00.001-08:002013-11-24T18:55:49.063-08:0033 weeksWow.... I can't believe that I would be 33 weeks right now if I wouldn't have lost our sweet baby!!! It's hard to believe that I would be getting all the babies blankets and clothes and socks and new born diapers all organize for his arrival in 7 weeks!! I am very thankful that God gave me the privilege to carry him for 16 weeks even if I didn't get to keep him here for myself!! I have to keep telling myself that all things happen for a reason! The closer we get to the due date the more emotional I get about everything! I'm glad the holidays are coming up so maybe it will keep my mind busy!! Lots of family to enjoy! Can't wait to see everybody and hopefully meet one of my sweet second cousins!! So excited to cuddle and hug on her!!<div><br></div><div>Hope everyone has a wonderful thanksgiving!! Can't wait for my Meems pumpkin pies!!! Yummy!!!!</div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbY5AaaiHEgZHqzMuTWGDrIgMCXaUpohPBod1wZZgy-GaL8E6Y-9uX8i3HXysUSjYetatngZJyCZ9vVz8Cmjv8rj91tNAjZptRecCpfB5RNR-ARd1MaNFfk7E0255dk5ayI_7wg4_XZgKs/s640/blogger-image-1884049208.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbY5AaaiHEgZHqzMuTWGDrIgMCXaUpohPBod1wZZgy-GaL8E6Y-9uX8i3HXysUSjYetatngZJyCZ9vVz8Cmjv8rj91tNAjZptRecCpfB5RNR-ARd1MaNFfk7E0255dk5ayI_7wg4_XZgKs/s640/blogger-image-1884049208.jpg"></a></div><br></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15143680455367973540noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5254104328341678957.post-42727168484546420352013-11-06T19:21:00.000-08:002013-11-06T19:31:57.456-08:00Not a baby Anymore<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvwtmWGTAA_r_GjlJKBKA3YSY8-uCHP4JLs7s2aXM5jIWZQ0FL75NOVAPkzjCmGpgoSUxWyHR8JflyhLWEIX2b9eQxHFBMu6pqFbI_xUFsKs81oE7fq7TCNMA9ZSE9I_C6gD2AlSg0ufRW/s640/blogger-image--1150055386.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvwtmWGTAA_r_GjlJKBKA3YSY8-uCHP4JLs7s2aXM5jIWZQ0FL75NOVAPkzjCmGpgoSUxWyHR8JflyhLWEIX2b9eQxHFBMu6pqFbI_xUFsKs81oE7fq7TCNMA9ZSE9I_C6gD2AlSg0ufRW/s640/blogger-image--1150055386.jpg"></a></div>(2012 birthday)<div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZjeGtfMYcmfSoS3HbkMloQ39w40fMpyh1qBa0htNrdZx4TAKq4VI1Xs1DZbgjY8FxaECQ-OcS2HED2Ibf19kH747J__voblNHNKXJ3YYYDn087FBzohClWyyEQ2N3X_yH6G6yMDp_9bbt/s640/blogger-image-1263985550.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZjeGtfMYcmfSoS3HbkMloQ39w40fMpyh1qBa0htNrdZx4TAKq4VI1Xs1DZbgjY8FxaECQ-OcS2HED2Ibf19kH747J__voblNHNKXJ3YYYDn087FBzohClWyyEQ2N3X_yH6G6yMDp_9bbt/s640/blogger-image-1263985550.jpg"></a>(2013 birthday)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKOh4mf-4pktQSNPUnUmC5rqj98QdSgBRaI_IzCgQVpTJkiF5GS5tFWuDsctCci9j5VvuLGmbN6Q5k9yCifjATcGbeI_xrzXppS-UqSKhbMQGnEXZHEUcPCA0EhnPYrfnST3yZL2yp6Drj/s640/blogger-image-1651178228.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKOh4mf-4pktQSNPUnUmC5rqj98QdSgBRaI_IzCgQVpTJkiF5GS5tFWuDsctCci9j5VvuLGmbN6Q5k9yCifjATcGbeI_xrzXppS-UqSKhbMQGnEXZHEUcPCA0EhnPYrfnST3yZL2yp6Drj/s640/blogger-image-1651178228.jpg"></a></div><br>
<a name="more"></a>My baby boy turned the Big 2 this last Friday and WOW I never thought that I would be this emotional about it!!! I laid in bed Friday night and held him and just cried. Shane asked me why I was crying and I had no answer... I had no idea and still don't know why I have been so emotional about his birthday!!<br>
When I first found out I was pregnant with Tanner I was shocked ( because it happened so fast) and excited!! I prayed and prayed for another little girl. I had no clue how to take care of a boy or want to (at the time)!! When I found out he was a boy I was not happy. I acted like I was but I was so sad and angry. I don't think I was ever completely happy about having a little boy until I held him for the first time!!! That sweet little boy stole my heart!! Everyone told me that a mothers love for a little boy was different than the love you have for your little girl, and it's true!! Not sure why or how it's different but it is! He's mommas boy (when daddy isn't around lol)!! He brings so much joy to my heart by the little smiles he gives me and the awesome hugs he gives!! I think any mother of a boy can agree with me!! They may be rough and dirty but they are Oh so sweet!!!<br>
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Momma loves you sweet boy and don't ever forget that!! I don't even want to think about ever sharing my baby with another women one day!!! I will always be there to hold you, doctor your cuts, and be a shoulder to lean on when that girl breaks your heart. I will do my best to teach you to love God and His word! I will do my best to teach you how to treat other people with love and respect! I will do my best to teach you how to treat a women and how to love one!!</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_PppjyHO-q9A9Jy08o6rzqBxKIA45h8P2xsd-MWwYaqptHFxtURY3pgZGMbcgk9CkX3PMtAYQn8bM9XG_PdKSiMM6ewkq1kkdkcnMjXRM0KsHz4knba3ev3wffkSSq8QXZCllZ0QgJpFg/s640/blogger-image-38795331.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_PppjyHO-q9A9Jy08o6rzqBxKIA45h8P2xsd-MWwYaqptHFxtURY3pgZGMbcgk9CkX3PMtAYQn8bM9XG_PdKSiMM6ewkq1kkdkcnMjXRM0KsHz4knba3ev3wffkSSq8QXZCllZ0QgJpFg/s640/blogger-image-38795331.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPLIWxFmcEMqcOl7giG9IPTnPs6f7WPSJ8tPZP6Sc3vze8sz__fFmMV23VfoQzLzpx-0JX1wcPF9lH8wJkQvNRXArea0RSUDl2Sw-PtFVhNJjKY0QfJiOfse7A0TPbYQsPs-8PmyZNTmht/s640/blogger-image--56246643.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPLIWxFmcEMqcOl7giG9IPTnPs6f7WPSJ8tPZP6Sc3vze8sz__fFmMV23VfoQzLzpx-0JX1wcPF9lH8wJkQvNRXArea0RSUDl2Sw-PtFVhNJjKY0QfJiOfse7A0TPbYQsPs-8PmyZNTmht/s640/blogger-image--56246643.jpg"></a></div><br></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15143680455367973540noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5254104328341678957.post-78482638345404302492013-10-12T19:57:00.001-07:002013-10-12T19:57:49.164-07:00Moving on<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div>Well I haven't posted in a while been trying to stay busy to keep my mind off things!! But it all eventually catches back up to me. Things have been good. I have stopped taking my medicine and I feel fine, just needed that extra help for a little while to get me back on my feet.I still miss my sweet baby! Not a day goes by I don't think of him! Tanner came up to me yesterday and looked at my belly and said hey baby!! It didn't upset me as much as I thought it would. That was the first time since we lost Jeffery that him or Addison has said anything about "baby in my belly".<div><br></div><div>We finally got his tree planted last weekend. Kids enjoyed helping gramps dig up the dirt and water the tree!</div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSgs4V8QMqxy41q-m3JadOT2KUCQYmDaIWa9wuti2raq20VfBCYm6jBqYkhyE6ObhyPSSsBJ1zsINYj2oh51gCwbN97SiIke0ifBFwcB4QYz9I5zHNsrWpjXhALyOf2miVxK9_itLBstJ3/s640/blogger-image--241183973.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSgs4V8QMqxy41q-m3JadOT2KUCQYmDaIWa9wuti2raq20VfBCYm6jBqYkhyE6ObhyPSSsBJ1zsINYj2oh51gCwbN97SiIke0ifBFwcB4QYz9I5zHNsrWpjXhALyOf2miVxK9_itLBstJ3/s640/blogger-image--241183973.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgY5aiO80vVyX2YWd8tS_bwUfglqqmFCQe_Ib-4bgUTkFr77SdxVLyoastk1R3RAB6T5rOdZ-FKcV9XSD08l697rPDT-RZF6WRm31u13nL9tf8EdoCm8HlewFqQ4QLuGtph_GJKfnmKfmmq/s640/blogger-image-794075749.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgY5aiO80vVyX2YWd8tS_bwUfglqqmFCQe_Ib-4bgUTkFr77SdxVLyoastk1R3RAB6T5rOdZ-FKcV9XSD08l697rPDT-RZF6WRm31u13nL9tf8EdoCm8HlewFqQ4QLuGtph_GJKfnmKfmmq/s640/blogger-image-794075749.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgftyxgSlCTSdt330WSUfKNRqDIRWmIvfeWVJiiPo0HVq2xFgfj-eLaTSt9zVP-CjRJ98j4urjL5s5RjkQkxWHidbYJLHodyg-WNT0OQr9bTFPtuVxJTyCMZ824TENVWi7bk9tHvI1U3mpp/s640/blogger-image--1494397301.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgftyxgSlCTSdt330WSUfKNRqDIRWmIvfeWVJiiPo0HVq2xFgfj-eLaTSt9zVP-CjRJ98j4urjL5s5RjkQkxWHidbYJLHodyg-WNT0OQr9bTFPtuVxJTyCMZ824TENVWi7bk9tHvI1U3mpp/s640/blogger-image--1494397301.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiR1LrqCBj_0L8FNv1JOOpbA71-GOArZMpwnoZ4OHYGDNrY2Xds3d5MPbzK4ggmuqq_MRMi7HZclwmMow_jqwb98hGNw0Y-YX321F3k1xMBvXuuT6AAUjG5qxhmucYN1a7RdZZxxJXhQ2Do/s640/blogger-image-2040852088.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiR1LrqCBj_0L8FNv1JOOpbA71-GOArZMpwnoZ4OHYGDNrY2Xds3d5MPbzK4ggmuqq_MRMi7HZclwmMow_jqwb98hGNw0Y-YX321F3k1xMBvXuuT6AAUjG5qxhmucYN1a7RdZZxxJXhQ2Do/s640/blogger-image-2040852088.jpg"></a></div><br></div><br></div></div><div><br></div><div>I haven't been to the gym since I had my breakdown before I started the medicine. I think the gym was a cover up to hide how I was feeling but it didn't last like I hoped it would! I'm hoping to get back in the gym this week for the right reasons ! I need to be healthy not only for myself but for my children and husband!! They need me to be healthy!!</div><div><br></div><div>We will be going out of town this weekend for my brothers wedding!! So crazy that my baby brother is getting married!!! Just doesn't seem right!! But I couldn't have asked for a better sister in law to be!! Larry did good!! I am praying and hoping my "sweet" children act right! Kind of stressed about how they will act walking down the isle.... I'm sure it will all turn out fine! I can't wait to see them all dressed up they are going to be so cute!!!</div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi-cPsAC4qYdxHyGjX17GNIkVQdGEaJbtLgP1tt7qn36sGv84H4gQp_3F1PPyHG04zQuzfELnVUsvOJDwZaaKPTyOVoGlQGeF7XSOZbbzZM66qtFCh71vFozCIEHM3qTv2ynclqv-YmYi-/s640/blogger-image--96714456.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi-cPsAC4qYdxHyGjX17GNIkVQdGEaJbtLgP1tt7qn36sGv84H4gQp_3F1PPyHG04zQuzfELnVUsvOJDwZaaKPTyOVoGlQGeF7XSOZbbzZM66qtFCh71vFozCIEHM3qTv2ynclqv-YmYi-/s640/blogger-image--96714456.jpg"></a></div><br></div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15143680455367973540noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5254104328341678957.post-70962686935886589132013-10-09T19:56:00.001-07:002013-10-09T19:56:48.902-07:00In the arms of Jesus<h2 style="margin: 10px 0px; padding: 0px;"><font style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><font style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><font style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; font-size: 17px; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">Daddy, please don't look so sad,<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">Mama please don't cry,<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">"Cause I am in the arms of Jesus<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">and He sings me lullabies."<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">Please, try not to question God,<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">Don't think he is unkind,<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">Don't think He sent me to you,<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">and then He changed his mind.<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">You see, I am a special child,<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">and I'm needed up above,<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">I'm the special gift you gave Him,<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">the product of your love.<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">I'll always be there with you,<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">and watch the sky at night,<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">Find the brightest star that's gleaming,<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">That's my halo's brilliant light.<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">You'll see me in the morning frost,<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">that mists your window pane.<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">That's me in the summer showers,<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">I'll be dancing in the rain.<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">When you feel a little breeze,<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">from a gentle wind that blows<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">That's me, I'll be there,<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">planting a kiss on your nose.<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">When you see a child playing,<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">and your heart feels a little tug,<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">That's me, I'll be there,<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">giving your heart a hug.<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">So Daddy, please don't look so sad,<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">Mama don't your cry.<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">"I'm in the arms of Jesus<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">and He sings me lullabies."</span><br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">Author: Unknow</span></span></font></span></span></font></font><font style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><font style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><font style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; font-size: 17px; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">n</span><br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"></span></font></span></span></font></font></h2>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15143680455367973540noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5254104328341678957.post-22483659359448987532013-09-14T20:52:00.001-07:002013-09-14T20:52:20.141-07:00Sweet baby boy<div><br></div><div><div style="font-family: Noteworthy; font-size: 20px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 26px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0976563); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(191, 107, 82, 0.496094); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; ">Sweet baby boy how I long to hold you!! My heart is aching for you tonight! Every time I close my eyes I see you and my heart breaks all over again!! I just wish you were here... </div><div style="font-family: Noteworthy; font-size: 20px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 26px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0976563); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(191, 107, 82, 0.496094); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; "><br></div><div style="font-family: Noteworthy; font-size: 20px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 26px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0976563); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(191, 107, 82, 0.496094); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; ">I lay here and wonder, was this my fault did I do something to cause this? Should I have done something different? Should I have not drank caffeine? Should I have drank more water? I will never know...... </div><div style="font-family: Noteworthy; font-size: 20px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 26px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0976563); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(191, 107, 82, 0.496094); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; "><br></div><div style="font-family: Noteworthy; font-size: 20px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 26px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0976563); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(191, 107, 82, 0.496094); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; ">I believe all things do happen for a reason... I just wish I knew the reason! It might could make things easier for me or it might not! I will never understand why you were taken so early! Why you had to be born sleeping! </div><div style="font-family: Noteworthy; font-size: 20px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 26px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0976563); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(191, 107, 82, 0.496094); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; "><br></div><div style="font-family: Noteworthy; font-size: 20px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 26px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0976563); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(191, 107, 82, 0.496094); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; ">I know you are being taken care of up there!! I can't wait for that day I get to meet you.. Hold you.... See how perfect God made you!!! I love and miss you my sweet Jeffrey!! </div></div><div style="font-family: Noteworthy; font-size: 20px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 26px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0976563); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(191, 107, 82, 0.496094); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; "><br></div><div><font face="Noteworthy"><span style="font-size: 20px; line-height: 26px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0976563); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(191, 107, 82, 0.496094); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><b>For I know the plans I have for you” — this is the Lord ’s declaration — “plans for your welfare, not for disaster, to give you a future and a hope. 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It's actually been a good day other than my pink eyes. My heart hurts just as much as it did that day but I'm finding that the pain is a little easier to deal with. Terri gave me a blanket the night before i went to the hospital and holding it and sleeping with it makes me feel better. I cant explain it. I still have my days though. I don't know where i would be without my amazing family and awesome friends! Thank you to each of you who have offered help and been there for me to talk to or even just hug!<br><br>I have a doctors appointment this coming up Monday and I am so scared of walking in the doors and seeing all the pregnant women!! I'm scared I'm going to lose it and ball my eyes out while strangers stare at me like I've lost my mind!! I'm sad that I don't have the cute belly and the wobble going on. I'm sad that my baby is gone. I'm sad that Addison and tanner won't be able to meet there baby brother. One day when they are old enough i will definitely tell them about our sweet Jeffrey Shane! <br><br>It's never been easy for me to actually come out and tell people how I feel. Last Wednesday night I had a huge meltdown at praise team practice. The kids had been bad all day, it was a sad day for me, and then they were even worse at practice. That night I realized how important it is for me to ask for help and share my feelings. I can't do this all by myself. Some people may think I'm super mom but I'm so far from that. I finally opened up to a couple friends and told them how I was feeling and what they told me isn't what i wanted to hear! I was having signs of depression. Didn't want to get up, didn't want to shower,brush my hair, brush my teeth, clean, feed my family....nothing! But I forced myself to get up and do all that because I knew I needed to. I was also having some really bad anger issues toward my children! I never knew anger was a part of depression. I hated being so mean to my kids but I couldn't help it. I didn't know what to do to fix it! I would start off being nice to them and then it would just spiral out of control! As a mother I felt like I couldn't say I was depressed because I would look like a failure. I was scared people would judge me. But you know what WHO CARES WHAT OTHER PEOPLE THINK! <br><br>IT'S OKAY TO NOT BE OKAY!!!! DON'T BE ASHAMED!!<br><br>I am now taking an antidepressant. It hasn't kicked in yet but just talking about my feelings has helped me so much! I'm not embarrassed about taking it because i know now I needed it. Dealing with a loss of a child and trying to keep my family fed, bathed and clothed and keep the house in order was just too much for me right now. I'm glad I had that melt down, I'm glad I have friends that will tell me the truth and not beat around the bush!<br><br>Shane has been amazing! Not only does he go to work, he has also helped so much around the house!! He's been my rock. He has been so strong through all of this. 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In women's group we are reading "Unglued" by Lysa Teukeurst, we are on chapter 9 which is labeled "The empty woman". It's a chapter on jealousy and it really spoke to me. I've had some jealousy issues toward other women that have babies! I'm jealous and upset with some woman that can have kids but take them for granted. They just use them to get more government assistance or have them so their boyfriend/husband won't leave them....and so on. </div>
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Who am I to judge though? These kids could turn out to be our next president, you never know!</div>
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Anyways, in this chapter Lysa talks about how she was jealous of her friend who got a book deal. She was upset that no one gave her one. But she goes on to see that it wasn't her time for a book deal. She still had small kids at home and she wouldn't have been able to handle it all. She says,"the first step in dealing with jealous thoughts is to focus on our own responsibilities and actions." </div>
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<i>Galatians 6:4-5 says, each one should test their own actions. Then they can take pride in themselves alone, without comparing themselves to someone else, for each one should carry their own load.</i></div>
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As I read this, I thought God knows what He's doing. I shouldn't be wishing for someone else's responsibilities because I probably couldn't handle it. Me wasting my time wishing i had what <i><b>"she" </b> </i>had is taking away time I could be spending with my kids or working on what God needs me to do.</div>
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I shouldn't waste my time being jealous. <span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">There are so many women out there that can't conceive babies, they can't bring a child to full term. </span>I should be praising God for my two healthy kids. I should be thanking God that I know I can carry a baby to full term. I should be happy that I know that I can conceive a child. </div>
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Instead of being jealous and comparing my life to others lives, I should be using my situation to touch someone else. To show love to someone who is going through exactly what I have gone through!</div>
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Just because we lost our sweet angel doesn't mean I can't have kids or that something is wrong with me, it just wasn't our time for another baby. We will never know the real reason God took our baby so early but my heart is happy knowing that he is watching over us waiting to meet us one day!</div>
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Thank you God for my amazing family. Thank you for blessing me with two healthy kids and a husband that does everything he can to take care of us. I don't deserve all You have given me. </div>
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(<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">None of this may make sense. Haha. I have all these thoughts in my brain that I want to write about but don't know how. Lol it doesn't come out right. So sorry if this sounds all confusing)</span></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15143680455367973540noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5254104328341678957.post-55588694004407137082013-08-30T08:52:00.000-07:002013-08-30T08:52:00.167-07:00New to this<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Well, where do I start...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">This is something new for me. I'm not good at writing things or speaking,but as I was driving to get dinner the other night I turned the radio off and asked God to speak. The one thing I kept coming back to was "start a blog"! Life has been tough and I have lots of things running through my mind that I could write about ,but it's usually running through my mind late at night! I need to keep a notebook next to my bed because I don't remember what I was thinking about the night before that next morning! :)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Anyways, life is calling for now(my children hehe)! Maybe the next post will be a little more interesting!</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15143680455367973540noreply@blogger.com0