Well I haven't been kidnapped. I'm still here and still very much pregnant. So much for baby coming before the 39th week...proving that the Lord has the perfect plan and many times that is not what we think it will be.
In fact, at my last prenatal visit a few days ago, my midwife examined me and said I'm not even close to labor, and she would be surprised if I went into labor early at all. She also estimated the baby to be close to 9lbs already. Then she made a gift of a bottle of this:
(Have any of ya'll used this? Was it helpful? Tastes terrible.)
Otherwise I am just fine, waddling about and unpacking boxes in our new house. I'm enjoying the last few moments of pregnancy and being a family of ten for just awhile longer, even though this last week was a very stretching time.
On Friday we moved (which never could have been done in one day were it not for the help from so many friends.) That night I slept about two hours. The next day I looked around and nearly lost my marbles. But by the end of the day we had at least found the food and diapers.
The next day was Sunday and although I was not going to make it to church, I was hoping to keep all the little ones home with me while the rest of the family wore wrinkled clothes and went without us. But then one of them threw up. Then another. Then another one walked in the room, green behind the gills.
Kevin and I looked at each other, wondering if we were dreaming.
I pictured weeks and weeks of barfathon. By the time this virus made it through the whole lot of us, who knew how long it could take? And I hadn't even found the towels and trash bags yet. Anyone with a large family knows what it means when one kid is throwing up. (Read: A Tale of Woe)
I prayed. Oh how I prayed! And the Lord mercifully allowed just those three children to have a very short-lived, 24 hour virus, that no one else came down with.
And boy, so much has happened this week, so much progress on unpacking, so many laughs shared and impromptu meals thrown together but eaten with thankfulness. Different construction workers are still in and out and today as we were eating lunch, a plumber was working in the kitchen. He got prayed for. As Silas (5) blessed the food: "Lord please bless this plumber. And help him to figure out what's wrong with....our microwave."
And thanks to the blessed plumber we finally got the kitchen fully functioning this morning. And in just one week we have made it to the boxes of picture frames and decorations. The non-essentials.
Shiloh and Serenity were so happy to rediscover all their books:
We've all heard the expression, "God doesn't give us more than we can handle." But that isn't true. God does give us more than we can handle. He has given me more than I can handle these last few weeks (for that matter, what makes me think I can handle one "ordinary" day apart from His loving kindness and mercies?)
(day 3 after move)
And when He gives us more than we can handle, we can look to Him, praise His Name and utter, "Yes..He is able to do far more abundantly than all that we ask or think, according to the power at work within us, to him be glory in the church and in Christ Jesus throughout all generations, forever and ever. Amen." Eph. 3:20, 21
Hoping to post a birth announcement this week, but trusting in the Lord,
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