Well, I've learned that I can’t do everything by myself as a pregnant woman. Between the packing, the move, and unpacking;
my body has definitely told me to chill.
For about two weeks, I've had a pain in my side, which I associated with
moving, but on Tuesday it was so unbearable that I could not move. It hurt to move, breath, laugh, cry, cough,
etc.! When Michael got home, I had been
reduced to tears many times during the day because of the pain and we decided
that a visit to the hospital was the best option. Thankfully, all of the major issues were
ruled out pretty quickly—kidneys, gallbladder, and appendix. Our baby boy was doing just fine, as
well. He got hooked up to the fetal
heart monitor and had a good heart beat and in true form, moved off the heart
monitor about 3 times. He has proven to
be a stinker when it comes to watching his heart! He was moving and kicking the whole time we were
at the hospital. Feeling him move is
probably the best feeling I know because it assures me that he is safe and
doing fine. J The doctor decided that I had pulled a muscle
and I needed to take it easy. She told
me the boxes would be there when I was ready to go slow and steady, but in the
meantime, I need to take a couple of days off from unpacking. Well, it looks like our apartment will be a
disaster for a little while longer, but I guess that’s OK.
Another
change in events came about on Tuesday as well. My mom and sister have decided
to come down to Texas for my first visit with the Pediatric Cardiologist. I can’t say enough how excited I am for them
to be here and be with me through this initial visit! With Michael’s work schedule as it is, I know
he would love nothing more than to go to these visits with me, but unfortunately,
that’s just not the case. They have also
told me that our disaster of an apartment would be remedied by their coming. J
It never hurts to have extra help unpacking! As much as my type-A brain would love to have
our place in perfect condition for their arrival; I know that’s just not going
to happen. I can’t do it all…
I’ve
started reading 2 Corinthians this week and my passage today spoke to the fact
that I cannot rely on myself. (How fitting, right?) In Paul’s life, he endured many hardships,
but he fully relied on God for his comfort and strength. There are several verses that stuck out to me
in this passage, so here are two of them:
2 Corinthians 1:3-4 “Praise be to the
God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ the Father of compassion and the God of
all comfort, who comforts us in all our troubles.”
2 Corinthians 1:9 “Indeed, in our
hearts we felt the sentence of death. But this happened that we might not rely
on ourselves but on God.”
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