The rusty nail...the baby...the clinic...and the shot

Okay, so Tuesday night, James was taking apart some shelves. I felt the need to give my opinion on how it should be done, instead of just trusting my husband (imagine that). James told me to go inside and rest, but I decided to show him where he should step on the shelf. Well, there was a nail that I didn't see, where I was telling James he should step. It barely went through my shoe, but it did break the skin. It bled only a little bit, and enough for me to start to worry. Of course, I could not remember my last tetanus shot. I knew it was some time in high school, when I cut my finger on a nasty piece of wire in the barn. I figured it was early high school rather than later high school, and sadly more than 10 years ago.
I called my doctor this morning, and they affirmed what the Internet said regarding pregnant women getting the shot. However, they did not give the shot, nor did my regular doctor. They told me to try the health department and walk in clinics. Of course, the health clinic was closed, and I really wanted to go there just to see my friend Rachel, but she was not going to be there. I called the Covenant and UMC clinic on Quaker to see if they gave the tetanus shot. They both said, 'yes', and my plan was to go to the one that had the less sick looking people in the waiting room. Covenant was packed, so I went to UMC. Just FYI for all you pregnant folks, or future pregnant folks UMC will not take pregnant walk in patients after they are 20 weeks. I left very frustrated, but thankful that it worked out the way it did because there were lots of sick people in the waiting room. I thought that was the last place I needed to sit for 2 plus hours.
We had a doctor's appointment today. It went very well. The baby is breach right now, again. His head is above my belly button and his little feet are right on my bladder. Yes, I feel his kicks often, and have to go to the bathroom often too! He was uncooperative with his pictures, again. He was moving a ton about an hour before the appointment, but went to sleep when the camera came on. This did allow the dr. to get good measurements and a good heartbeat reading. He reassured us that he is a boy. ;)
The dr. reassured us for the need to get a tetanus shot, and I left to go to Grace clinic. An hour and 40 minutes later and shot I left the clinic.

I love being pregnant

I LOVE being pregnant. I know that is a bold statement. I can honestly say I am thankful for the backaches, 3 trips a night to the bathroom, bloated-ness, tight pants, and every other negative aspect of pregnancy. I have found myself tossing and turning at night thanking God for this experience and the opportunity to lie awake at night.
I know my last post was about being thankful for this pregnancy, also. But, I have become so filled with amazement and awe at what God is doing in our lives through this pregnancy.
Each time the baby moves, I can’t help but say ‘thank you, God!’ Each time, I see my rather huge stomach, I am filled with such joy (and at times wonder at how I could be so big already.)
God has truly worked a miracle in our lives by giving us our son. I know that the baby is a gift from God, and a testament to the Lord’s faithfulness and love.
As, I was thinking about writing this post, I remembered back to the time before we found out we were pregnant. I remembered the miscarriages, the months of disappointment, and the bitterness I felt toward God. My attitude then was far from what it is now. It amazes me how the Lord allows us to go down roads that are not always the ones we would choose to get to the place He wants us, broken, needy, and reliant only on Him. I do not believe that I would be at the place I am now, if it weren’t for the journey. Through this journey, I struggled to be thankful and recognize the blessings in front of me. Now, looking back though I see how God used this fertility battle to bring people and events into my life. I would have never gotten my masters, made the friends that I have, or experienced the grace and love of Jesus had we had a baby when we first started to try. A wise friend told me that the timing of God has been perfect for us, and she is so right. Who else but the Lord can plan a birth at the first of May, so a teacher has a month plus all of summer with her precious baby boy? We tried to plan and plan and plan a baby, but only God knew the perfect time for us to have a child. He knew the plans He had for us all alone, and it just took us surrendering to those plans to be blessed with our little miracle.
I am rambling, as I do so well. It amazes me the depths of our God’s grace and love, and once I start to reflect on it, I just keep going.
We have a doctor’s appointment tomorrow. I will update soon, with pictures.

Joy and water exercise

I have been feeling the baby move for a few weeks. Over the Christmas break though, I really started feeling him move consistently.
Feeling him move is the most amazing thing in this world. Each time, it brings me a joy and feeling like I have never felt before, emotionally and physically. Each time, I am so thankful for his wiggly movement, even in the middle of the night. James has even felt him move a few times. When I lay down at night he gets very active until I go to sleep. He 'got' James a few times pretty good.
I thought that our little guy would bring us joy and we would love him, but I am blown away by the am out of joy and love we have for our baby.
My doctor let me start going to water walking/aerobics. I have been once, and really enjoyed it. It is really relaxing. I have done nothing in the form of exercise in 6 months!! Do not worry, I am not over doing it. I stopped as soon as I thought it was time.

PASSED!

I passed my principal certification test! I am now officially certified and finished with the program (once I pay the state of Texas for the certification).