- Gratitude is our most direct line to God and the angels. If we take the time, no matter how crazy and troubled we feel, we can find something to be thankful for.
Sunday, November 21, 2010
Sunday....
Friday, November 12, 2010
Owynne Faith
My heart sank as I watched the second line get darker & darker. “I can’t do this again”, I thought to myself….
I have taken more pregnancy tests in my life than I care to count & this one was the most positive test I had ever seen. Just four months after my 7th miscarriage (or 8th, I’m not sure anymore. My husband reminded me of one I’d blocked out just a few days ago) I was pregnant. I couldn’t believe it. We had tried for nearly 10 months to get pregnant with no results. And I got pregnant twice in 4 months.
By my calculations I was about 5 ½ weeks along, so I had about two to four weeks to prepare myself for another miscarriage. I made an appointment with my OB/GYN the day after I took the test because I was set to leave town on work & did not want to have a miscarriage away from home. The doctor I saw was not my usual doctor. She listened with empathy as I told her my history & then she ordered a blood test & ultrasound. The tests confirmed that I was, indeed, pregnant & the doctor told me to make another appointment with my regular OB/GYN in two weeks. Two weeks is an ETERNITY to wait for bad news….I waited for the typical signs of miscarriage: cramps, sharp pain, nausea, bleeding. Nothing happened. At all. I began to think maybe I’d read the test wrong & the ultrasound had simply acted up that day. On the day of my appointment I waited for the doctor to tell me I was crazy & had never been pregnant, just going through menopause or something. But she didn’t. “Well, congratulations, everything looks great. There‘s the heartbeat,” she said. “Looks like you’ll be having a baby in November.” The doctor then told me my actual projected due date was November 18, but I would more than likely deliver via caesarean section November 11. November 11. When I got outside the office building I looked up at the sky I said, “November 11?! THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!!!!” My grandmother’s birthday was November 11.
I didn’t believe her. For the next few months I puked my guts out, could barely get out of bed because the ligaments in my pelvic region were stretching beyond their limits, my boobs hurt. And I still didn’t believe her. I didn’t believe her each time I went in for a check up & heard the baby’s heartbeat.
I couldn’t. I couldn’t let myself believe I was carrying a baby because that would mean I would lose another baby. And I couldn’t lose another baby. So I couldn’t, wouldn’t, let myself believe there was a little person growing inside me.
But little person had another idea. Nugget let me know she was in there & sticking around at 12 weeks. She punched me. And not a sweet little tappy tap ---- A HARD, strong punch straight to the gut. She kept at it, too, for the rest of her stay in her Uterine Suite. Man, that baby could kick….I fell in love with Owynne the first time I saw her. She weighed a little less than a can of pop & was sucking her thumb. And from that moment on, I was hooked. I fell head over heels in love with this baby growing inside me & I couldn’t wait to meet her. My little Nugget. She gave me hell the next few months & I even hung out in the hospital several times for pre term labor.
Owynne Faith made her world debut November 11, 2009. She screamed long enough to let us know she was here & not going anywhere, then she calmed down & just took everything in. When she is tired she plays with her ears & has since her first day here. Her first word was “Dah” for her Daddy & she once called me “poop”. She is fiercely independent, but puts her hand on my cheek to help her go to sleep….
Happy Birthday, Owynne Faith. You are the best surprise I’ve ever had & Mommy loves you so very.
I have taken more pregnancy tests in my life than I care to count & this one was the most positive test I had ever seen. Just four months after my 7th miscarriage (or 8th, I’m not sure anymore. My husband reminded me of one I’d blocked out just a few days ago) I was pregnant. I couldn’t believe it. We had tried for nearly 10 months to get pregnant with no results. And I got pregnant twice in 4 months.
By my calculations I was about 5 ½ weeks along, so I had about two to four weeks to prepare myself for another miscarriage. I made an appointment with my OB/GYN the day after I took the test because I was set to leave town on work & did not want to have a miscarriage away from home. The doctor I saw was not my usual doctor. She listened with empathy as I told her my history & then she ordered a blood test & ultrasound. The tests confirmed that I was, indeed, pregnant & the doctor told me to make another appointment with my regular OB/GYN in two weeks. Two weeks is an ETERNITY to wait for bad news….I waited for the typical signs of miscarriage: cramps, sharp pain, nausea, bleeding. Nothing happened. At all. I began to think maybe I’d read the test wrong & the ultrasound had simply acted up that day. On the day of my appointment I waited for the doctor to tell me I was crazy & had never been pregnant, just going through menopause or something. But she didn’t. “Well, congratulations, everything looks great. There‘s the heartbeat,” she said. “Looks like you’ll be having a baby in November.” The doctor then told me my actual projected due date was November 18, but I would more than likely deliver via caesarean section November 11. November 11. When I got outside the office building I looked up at the sky I said, “November 11?! THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!!!!” My grandmother’s birthday was November 11.
I didn’t believe her. For the next few months I puked my guts out, could barely get out of bed because the ligaments in my pelvic region were stretching beyond their limits, my boobs hurt. And I still didn’t believe her. I didn’t believe her each time I went in for a check up & heard the baby’s heartbeat.
I couldn’t. I couldn’t let myself believe I was carrying a baby because that would mean I would lose another baby. And I couldn’t lose another baby. So I couldn’t, wouldn’t, let myself believe there was a little person growing inside me.
But little person had another idea. Nugget let me know she was in there & sticking around at 12 weeks. She punched me. And not a sweet little tappy tap ---- A HARD, strong punch straight to the gut. She kept at it, too, for the rest of her stay in her Uterine Suite. Man, that baby could kick….I fell in love with Owynne the first time I saw her. She weighed a little less than a can of pop & was sucking her thumb. And from that moment on, I was hooked. I fell head over heels in love with this baby growing inside me & I couldn’t wait to meet her. My little Nugget. She gave me hell the next few months & I even hung out in the hospital several times for pre term labor.
Owynne Faith made her world debut November 11, 2009. She screamed long enough to let us know she was here & not going anywhere, then she calmed down & just took everything in. When she is tired she plays with her ears & has since her first day here. Her first word was “Dah” for her Daddy & she once called me “poop”. She is fiercely independent, but puts her hand on my cheek to help her go to sleep….
Happy Birthday, Owynne Faith. You are the best surprise I’ve ever had & Mommy loves you so very.
Sunday, November 7, 2010
Thursday, November 4, 2010
I NEED THIS.
Seriously. I need this bike....Can you just see me cruising around G Town in this baby?! Two girls & a furry dog girl in the back, me happily pedaling along the street, picking up more goodies to stuff in the back with the kids. I need this bike.
Life....
sure has a funny way of sneaking up on you. Sometimes it takes a gigantic kick in the ass (or seven) for you to wake up & remember what is important.
Outward appearances can be deceiving; they can fool you into believing a person or situation has it all together & everything is super duper. When, in fact, he (or she) is barely hanging on by a thread behind closed doors.
It's OK to ask for help. To admit you need it & to welcome it with open arms when a caring person offers.
You can't go through life trying to do everything alone. God (or whoever you believe in ---- or don't, I'm not judging) places certain people in our paths for very specific reasons, I believe. But He is only going to hit you over the head (or kick you in the ass) with them so many times. You have to welcome the gifts that life brings you. And by you, of course, I mean me.
I have chosen to make it my mission to welcome the gifts coming into my life. It's not going to be easy to undo years of politely pushing people away, keeping them at arm's length. But I am trying. And a big, giant public thank you hug to all my gifts who have never given up on me.
I love you.
Now, go hug a gift....
Outward appearances can be deceiving; they can fool you into believing a person or situation has it all together & everything is super duper. When, in fact, he (or she) is barely hanging on by a thread behind closed doors.
It's OK to ask for help. To admit you need it & to welcome it with open arms when a caring person offers.
You can't go through life trying to do everything alone. God (or whoever you believe in ---- or don't, I'm not judging) places certain people in our paths for very specific reasons, I believe. But He is only going to hit you over the head (or kick you in the ass) with them so many times. You have to welcome the gifts that life brings you. And by you, of course, I mean me.
I have chosen to make it my mission to welcome the gifts coming into my life. It's not going to be easy to undo years of politely pushing people away, keeping them at arm's length. But I am trying. And a big, giant public thank you hug to all my gifts who have never given up on me.
I love you.
Now, go hug a gift....
Monday, October 18, 2010
Friday, October 8, 2010
PRIZES & SURPRISES GIVEAWAY IS HERE!!!!
I just posted a GIVEAWAY contest on Hope & Faith Creations' Facebook page for THIS:
Please go check out the HF Facebook page for more details!!!!
Thursday, October 7, 2010
FACEBOOK GIVEAWAY!!!!!
I am so excited Hope & Faith Creations has TRIPLE DIGIT "likes" on Facebook!!!! To celebrate all the love & support I am hosting a GIVEAWAY this weekend! Be sure to check out the Hope & Faith Creations page on Facebook for details!
Tuesday, October 5, 2010
Open Letter to the Dave Matthews Band
My Dearest DMB,
I am writing this letter to apply for the position of a Lovely Lady back up singer. I realize this may not be a position you are currently looking to fill, but I would like for you to seriously consider putting me on stage. Here is a list of my qualifications that make me perfect for the Lovely Lady position:
* I was in choir from 5th grade through college until I got kicked out for being sick too much. Bastards. It's ok, though, because the music choices were LAME & they all kind of sounded the same. Plus most everyone in the chorale sounded REALLY white....
* I won a karaoke contest. $500 travel voucher. Booyah.
* I am a SUPERB shower singer. Simply amazing.
* I can make virtually any situation into a song.
* I have wanted to be a back up singer most of my life. Why a back up singer? Because they get to do the fun stuff like sway back & forth, snap their fingers, create amazing chords & dissonance, then resolve it into the most buttery smooth sounds ever. Or leave the dissonance. Whichever.
* I once received a compliment from Kevin Mahogany after a performance. My performance, not his.
* I was picked to sing with the Dues Band in college for our New Year's Eve dance that wasn't on New Year's Eve. I beat out a guy named Cooter....
So there you have it; I feel my qualifications speak volumes about my abilities to be the best Lovely Lady ever. I anxiously await your response & look forward to touring with you in 2012. Should you decide you are not in the market for a Lovely Lady at this time, please consider allowing me to simply sit on stage during a few performances....Or all of them.
Sincerely Yours,
Jennifer
I am writing this letter to apply for the position of a Lovely Lady back up singer. I realize this may not be a position you are currently looking to fill, but I would like for you to seriously consider putting me on stage. Here is a list of my qualifications that make me perfect for the Lovely Lady position:
* I was in choir from 5th grade through college until I got kicked out for being sick too much. Bastards. It's ok, though, because the music choices were LAME & they all kind of sounded the same. Plus most everyone in the chorale sounded REALLY white....
* I won a karaoke contest. $500 travel voucher. Booyah.
* I am a SUPERB shower singer. Simply amazing.
* I can make virtually any situation into a song.
* I have wanted to be a back up singer most of my life. Why a back up singer? Because they get to do the fun stuff like sway back & forth, snap their fingers, create amazing chords & dissonance, then resolve it into the most buttery smooth sounds ever. Or leave the dissonance. Whichever.
* I once received a compliment from Kevin Mahogany after a performance. My performance, not his.
* I was picked to sing with the Dues Band in college for our New Year's Eve dance that wasn't on New Year's Eve. I beat out a guy named Cooter....
So there you have it; I feel my qualifications speak volumes about my abilities to be the best Lovely Lady ever. I anxiously await your response & look forward to touring with you in 2012. Should you decide you are not in the market for a Lovely Lady at this time, please consider allowing me to simply sit on stage during a few performances....Or all of them.
Sincerely Yours,
Jennifer
Sunday, October 3, 2010
Sunday Quote is Late
- I never saw an ugly thing in my life: for let the form of an object be what it may - light, shade, and perspective will always make it beautiful.
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