Currently I am tired of being pregnant. Mostly because I am just plain tired. In a few days I will hit the 8 month mark, and let me tell you...this is no picnic in the park.
Don't get me wrong, I love being pregnant. Most of the time. I thoroughly enjoy feeling her move around in there. And it's nice not to have to get up in the middle of the night to a crying baby. We still have some freedom to do whatever we want to do. And it's nice not having to change stinky diapers yet.
But I am just getting so uncomfortable. I literally got zero hours of sleep last night. Hence the reason I am up at 4 in the morning writing this. What else is there to do?!
This giant basketball growing under my shirt does not make it easy to get comfortable.
And the heat!! It's like someone turned up my internal thermometer, and I am constantly on fire. It's so weird to me, because I am typically a very cold person.
And the swelling! Who knew I would swell up like a balloon?! I suppose other woman who have swelled up like balloons. But did they bother telling me?! No they did not. I can no longer wear my wedding rings. So I have a makeshift ring on until...I unswell..
Also, Jaelyn is in the head-down position. She is putting extra pressure on my poor little bladder, which makes me have to potty EVEN MORE now! I literally get up at least 4 times a night to use the bathroom. And that's without drinking anything before I go to bed.
So yes, today I am over this whole being pregnant thing. I want to meet my baby girl, and hold her and cuddle her. I love her so much already! And I want to love her OUTSIDE of my uterus :-)
Wednesday, March 21, 2012
Wednesday, March 7, 2012
Kony 2012
There are some things that we see that we just cannot ignore. For me, this is one of them.
I remember being told in college that we have a limited capacity for compassion. We cannot be moved by everything. We cannot care about everything. If we did, we would live our lives in constant turmoil.
But each of us can be passionate and have compassion for something. And I choose this.
This 30 minute video gripped my heart, and it won't let go. I cried throughout this film. Maybe a little to do with hormones, but I'm guessing mostly to do with the horrors that children are facing.
We have to stop Joseph Kony!
Please watch this video. And be impacted. And then take a stand with me.
Click this link to go to the website: Kony2012
Tuesday, March 6, 2012
Gestational Diabetes
Nobody likes to be told that something could be wrong with them. And so, when I went to the doctor after drinking that nasty glucose drink, and the nurse told me I might possibly be at risk for gestational diabetes, I was terribly worried.
Now I have heard many women say that they failed the first test, only to pass the second one. But that didn't ease my mind. And it certainly didn't help matters that Phil continued to joke about me being "diabetic", and tried to monitor my food intake.
And so, for three days I worried that I would have to start taking insulin, that my baby would come out giant, and that I would have to deliver her early (that part wouldn't be so bad!).
Yesterday I went to the lab for my 4 hours of blood draws. Both of my arms make me appear to be a junky. It was not a fun time. Strange people come to the lab!
After that long and boring experience, I treated myself to salad and bread sticks at Olive Garden with some friends.
A few hours later the nurse called me, and gave me some surprisingly great news! She said that I passed all four of the tests, which is amazing because most people fail at least one of them. Turns out, it was really kind of bogus for me to have had to get the long test done. My original number was just off by one point. One point!
She told me to "just keep doing what you're doing. You're doing great!"
So there Phil!! No more jokes about this "diabetic"!
Now I have heard many women say that they failed the first test, only to pass the second one. But that didn't ease my mind. And it certainly didn't help matters that Phil continued to joke about me being "diabetic", and tried to monitor my food intake.
And so, for three days I worried that I would have to start taking insulin, that my baby would come out giant, and that I would have to deliver her early (that part wouldn't be so bad!).
Yesterday I went to the lab for my 4 hours of blood draws. Both of my arms make me appear to be a junky. It was not a fun time. Strange people come to the lab!
After that long and boring experience, I treated myself to salad and bread sticks at Olive Garden with some friends.
A few hours later the nurse called me, and gave me some surprisingly great news! She said that I passed all four of the tests, which is amazing because most people fail at least one of them. Turns out, it was really kind of bogus for me to have had to get the long test done. My original number was just off by one point. One point!
She told me to "just keep doing what you're doing. You're doing great!"
So there Phil!! No more jokes about this "diabetic"!
Wednesday, February 22, 2012
The pains of lugging around a tiny person
I love being pregnant! It's fun and exciting, and it's such a joy to feel a little human moving around and pushing on your abdomen. It's so neat to see her twisting and turning under my skin. Even the somewhat painful jabs to the ribs are quite endearing.
I really do love being pregnant. But, this whole pregnancy thing comes with a price.
Pain.
Who knew that there were so many different pains associated with carrying a baby? Probably most people are aware of this. But for someone reason, I always just thought pregnancy was fun and rewarding and really nothing negative to contribute. How wrong I was.
It's just little things, like heartburn, fatigue, and swollen feet. But then there are some other strange things, such as a good swift kick to the vaginal area. Thanks a lot honey, mommy really appreciates that. Or strange pelvic pressures that makes you think the baby is falling out. Strange sensations indeed.
My newest ailment is loss of balance and light headed-ness. That is not a good combination.
Yesterday I was taking the trash out. Somehow I missed the one and only step we have and managed to fall right outside my door. It was awkward and embarrassing. Looking back, it's quite comical to me, but in the moment is was anything but funny. I managed to scrape up my hand and leg, and I sort of fell on the side of my stomach. It took a lot of effort to get up, and by the time I was walking back towards the apartment, I was sobbing.
Being scared + bruised ego + hormones = sobbing uncontrollably
It startled me more than anything. And, of course, for the rest of the day I was nervous that I had hurt Jaelyn. I googled falling while pregnant, and almost everything I read said that babies are greatly protected in the womb, and that trauma to the baby is only likely if there was great trauma to the mother. No trauma here!
Can I just say though, that my great fall did nothing to help the pelvic pain I was already feeling! Needless to say, I spent the majority of the day lounging on the couch.
Phil also informed me that I'm not allowed to go outside anymore...!
Gotta love those fathers-to-be!
I really do love being pregnant. But, this whole pregnancy thing comes with a price.
Pain.
Who knew that there were so many different pains associated with carrying a baby? Probably most people are aware of this. But for someone reason, I always just thought pregnancy was fun and rewarding and really nothing negative to contribute. How wrong I was.
It's just little things, like heartburn, fatigue, and swollen feet. But then there are some other strange things, such as a good swift kick to the vaginal area. Thanks a lot honey, mommy really appreciates that. Or strange pelvic pressures that makes you think the baby is falling out. Strange sensations indeed.
My newest ailment is loss of balance and light headed-ness. That is not a good combination.
Yesterday I was taking the trash out. Somehow I missed the one and only step we have and managed to fall right outside my door. It was awkward and embarrassing. Looking back, it's quite comical to me, but in the moment is was anything but funny. I managed to scrape up my hand and leg, and I sort of fell on the side of my stomach. It took a lot of effort to get up, and by the time I was walking back towards the apartment, I was sobbing.
Being scared + bruised ego + hormones = sobbing uncontrollably
It startled me more than anything. And, of course, for the rest of the day I was nervous that I had hurt Jaelyn. I googled falling while pregnant, and almost everything I read said that babies are greatly protected in the womb, and that trauma to the baby is only likely if there was great trauma to the mother. No trauma here!
Can I just say though, that my great fall did nothing to help the pelvic pain I was already feeling! Needless to say, I spent the majority of the day lounging on the couch.
Phil also informed me that I'm not allowed to go outside anymore...!
Gotta love those fathers-to-be!
Tuesday, February 14, 2012
Ladies and Gentlemen....she has a name!
And so we decided on a name for our precious baby girl:
Jaelyn Elizabeth Kemp
I told Phil that I had 4 names that I really loved (and oddly enough they all started with a "J" and three of them ended in an "n"). I told him that I wanted him to pick out his favorite.
I still really love the name Jael, but after trying it out on a few people, I decided against it. Most people pronounce it "jail", or they think it is the letters J.L. It annoyed me enough that we opted not to use it. Even though I had that named picked out before I ever even met Phil :-(
But...Jaelyn is a derivative of Jael, and hey...the name Jael is still in there. So I think it's a win win situation.
I love her name! And I can't wait to meet her!
Monday, February 13, 2012
So Whitney Houston died...
I have a very difficult time wrapping my mind around death. Not that I am affected by Whitney Houston's death the way many people are. Here is my beef with her death (or rather, with the ridiculous response to her death):
Yes, a well known and very famous person in our society has suddenly died. And yes it is sad and tragic. It is sad for her family and loved ones that she is gone. But ya know what, here is one celebrity. One person. Compare that to the hundreds of thousands of people that die every single day. Where are those that mourn for them? Where is the heartache and tragedy and sadness for those people? We never even hear about the babies and children that die every single day from starvation. Or the moms and dads that die from AIDS. Or those that are brutalized and killed by rebel armies, or gangs, or traffickers. Are these not news worthy?
Whitney Houston, who supposedly died of a drug overdose, is talked about constantly and people who didn't even know her are mourning this tragedy. But nobody dears to talk about these voiceless victims who die in the streets daily, who die of hunger and disease every day.
It breaks my heart. It angers me. It makes me so sad.
And now I will step down off of my soapbox...
Yes, a well known and very famous person in our society has suddenly died. And yes it is sad and tragic. It is sad for her family and loved ones that she is gone. But ya know what, here is one celebrity. One person. Compare that to the hundreds of thousands of people that die every single day. Where are those that mourn for them? Where is the heartache and tragedy and sadness for those people? We never even hear about the babies and children that die every single day from starvation. Or the moms and dads that die from AIDS. Or those that are brutalized and killed by rebel armies, or gangs, or traffickers. Are these not news worthy?
Whitney Houston, who supposedly died of a drug overdose, is talked about constantly and people who didn't even know her are mourning this tragedy. But nobody dears to talk about these voiceless victims who die in the streets daily, who die of hunger and disease every day.
It breaks my heart. It angers me. It makes me so sad.
And now I will step down off of my soapbox...
Sunday, February 5, 2012
My Baby Girl
Baby Girl Kemp at 26 weeks
(We still don't have a name picked out yet)
Looks like she's definitely a girl!!
Throwing herself a little tantrum (starting a bit early, don't you think honey?!)
Phil says she was giving us the bird...
She was sticking her tongue out at us!
Thursday, February 2, 2012
Things I've learned from Being Pregnant
Things I've learned from being pregnant:
1. Pizza right before bed is NOT a good idea
2. Anything and everything may make me cry. (One day it's watching 16 and Pregnant, the next day it's getting free coffee at Starbucks)
3. Tums are both my worst enemy and my godsend (I can't stand the taste anymore, but it does help when I attempt #1)
4. Socks and shoes make me cringe
5. I never knew what being "hairy" really meant...
6. I get annoyed when all people want to talk about is my pregnancy. Or I get annoyed when people seem uninterested in my pregnancy. (perhaps this is what will make me cry tomorrow...)
7. Not everyone is interested in seeing my "new" belly button.
8. It is now impossible for me to do anything without making some weird noise.
9. It's better to wait to pick something up until I've dropped at least 3 more items (clumsy much?)
10. People are ALWAYS asking me how I'm feeling now.
11. I go pee more than an old person (and it's just as difficult to get around)
I'm sure I'll think of more as this pregnancy progresses. But in the meantime...enjoy these lessons!
1. Pizza right before bed is NOT a good idea
2. Anything and everything may make me cry. (One day it's watching 16 and Pregnant, the next day it's getting free coffee at Starbucks)
3. Tums are both my worst enemy and my godsend (I can't stand the taste anymore, but it does help when I attempt #1)
4. Socks and shoes make me cringe
5. I never knew what being "hairy" really meant...
6. I get annoyed when all people want to talk about is my pregnancy. Or I get annoyed when people seem uninterested in my pregnancy. (perhaps this is what will make me cry tomorrow...)
7. Not everyone is interested in seeing my "new" belly button.
8. It is now impossible for me to do anything without making some weird noise.
9. It's better to wait to pick something up until I've dropped at least 3 more items (clumsy much?)
10. People are ALWAYS asking me how I'm feeling now.
11. I go pee more than an old person (and it's just as difficult to get around)
I'm sure I'll think of more as this pregnancy progresses. But in the meantime...enjoy these lessons!
Wednesday, January 25, 2012
Commitment Issues
Well, I've realized one very important fact about myself. I don't do well with commitment.
Okay, now before you start commenting on my marriage, and that I should have figured this one out before I tied the knot...let me just explain.
My commitment issues have nothing to do with my relationship with my husband. The commitment I'm talking about is mostly related to jobs and other tasks or goals that I set for myself. Here's the deal with the job situation:
I have a hard time committing to a job because it stifles my spontaneity and my freedom (or so it seems to me). If I could find a job that allowed me to make my own hours and do my own thing...well shoot, I'd be the happiest person in the world. But that's not realistic. I just always feel so tied down and immobile with a job, especially a full time job. And can I just be honest here? It actually depresses me. Makes me feel trapped and isolated. I'm sure most people feel the same way though.
I also have a hard time committing to my own goals. Maybe I just lack discipline and ambition. I'm not quite sure. But...as you've probably noticed, I kind of just stopped posting pictures for my picture blog. And after a few weeks of no pictures, I just told myself "It's almost been a year anyway". Wow! Lazy much?
The truth is, it's been really difficult for me to be productive with anything lately. Since we are short 2 managers now, I am working full time (please refer to my previous statement about work). It's taking it's toll on my body. My giant body. Carrying a child does NOT make things easier.
So, I have not been taking pictures, I have not been reading a book a month, and I really haven't been doing much of anything except working, sleeping and eating. It's all gotten quite pathetic.
But there is good news to this sad miserable story. Hubs informed me that I could put in my 2 weeks (maybe he saw how miserable of person I was becoming. Or...maybe he was just tired of having to make his own meals all the time), and be a stay-at-home mom-to-be.
And so, as of February 4th, I will be just that!
Okay, now before you start commenting on my marriage, and that I should have figured this one out before I tied the knot...let me just explain.
My commitment issues have nothing to do with my relationship with my husband. The commitment I'm talking about is mostly related to jobs and other tasks or goals that I set for myself. Here's the deal with the job situation:
I have a hard time committing to a job because it stifles my spontaneity and my freedom (or so it seems to me). If I could find a job that allowed me to make my own hours and do my own thing...well shoot, I'd be the happiest person in the world. But that's not realistic. I just always feel so tied down and immobile with a job, especially a full time job. And can I just be honest here? It actually depresses me. Makes me feel trapped and isolated. I'm sure most people feel the same way though.
I also have a hard time committing to my own goals. Maybe I just lack discipline and ambition. I'm not quite sure. But...as you've probably noticed, I kind of just stopped posting pictures for my picture blog. And after a few weeks of no pictures, I just told myself "It's almost been a year anyway". Wow! Lazy much?
The truth is, it's been really difficult for me to be productive with anything lately. Since we are short 2 managers now, I am working full time (please refer to my previous statement about work). It's taking it's toll on my body. My giant body. Carrying a child does NOT make things easier.
So, I have not been taking pictures, I have not been reading a book a month, and I really haven't been doing much of anything except working, sleeping and eating. It's all gotten quite pathetic.
But there is good news to this sad miserable story. Hubs informed me that I could put in my 2 weeks (maybe he saw how miserable of person I was becoming. Or...maybe he was just tired of having to make his own meals all the time), and be a stay-at-home mom-to-be.
And so, as of February 4th, I will be just that!
Monday, January 2, 2012
The Rush of the New Year
Wow. Is it really 2012 already? It seems odd to me that it is January, when I really don't remember what happened to November and December. Where did the days go? Everything seems to be hurrying past me lately, and I feel like I barely have time to sit down and just breath (which, incidentally is becoming harder and harder to do).
Lately I have been working full time. Which is not something that I signed up for. Especially at a job I just cannot stand. Retail. The word makes me cringe. The actual job makes my whole body shudder. I do not like retail. It's a miracle that I have survived that place this long. Next month will mark my one year anniversary at that place. And really, the thought just makes me roll my eyes.
Oh maternity leave, how I desire you!
Less talk of work, more talk of....other things.
A recap of 2011, if you will:
I began 2011 feeling lost and hopeless. For several long months after the miscarriage I was just in survival mode. It was difficult to experience true joy, and all I really wanted was to lay down and cry. And most days that's what I did. It was a difficult beginning to the year, and I could not imagine in getting any better.
In March we were asked to consider joining Pioneer Bible Translators, and it was something that we didn't take lightly. We prayed about the possibilities, and dreamed about what was to come. In June we attended Pioneer Mission Institute and learned an overwhelming amount of information about PBT. But more than that, our hearts were even more broken for the nations, and it was our desire to go where God was sending us and to do what He was calling us to do.
After much prayer and talking it over with several people, we started the application process. It was a much longer process than we had anticipated, mostly because of my own hesitation and fears. But before the year's end we finally completed everything.
In June we also moved out of our moldy apartment, and back to that tiny studio in Lincoln. The one that had once accommodated me, my 2 friends and our giant dog. It wasn't a move that I was particularly joyful over, but it did have it's perks. For one, we lived right next door to our good friends. Of course, they moved far far away shortly after we got there, and then we were stuck in Lincoln with no friends or family nearby. Dreadful, I tell you. Just dreadful. But we muddled through. Actually, it wasn't that bad.
In August I went on this amazing trip to Colorado with 2 of my very best friends. Had to have been one of the best and memorable trip of my life! It was a week full of belly laughs and adventures. It was a glorious trip, and I hope that one day we will get to do something like that again.
Roughly 2 weeks after I got back, I found out I was pregnant!! (I guess absence does make the heart grow fonder...wink wink). I still get teary eyed when I think of that moment I saw the positive pregnancy test. Okay, teary eyed isn't the right phrase. I still cry and my whole being is overwhelmed with great emotion. I literally sobbed when I saw it was positive. I was overjoyed and in shock. And over the next few months, Heavens thrones were filled with my constant prayers about that tiny baby growing inside of me.
In October we went to India, and that trip transformed my life. It was a very difficult trip, mainly because we came face to face with persecuted Christians and it was challenging to see their immense and beautiful faith. We know nothing of persecution and hardship. And for the first time ever, I knew that the calling on my life is a call to come and die. I'm not trying to be dramatic here, but the truth is that the Lord is calling us to take up our cross and follow Him. And it isn't a flippant call to say you're a Christian and do good things. It's a call to step out your comfort zone, to abandon your own desires and plans, and to pick up His cross and do whatever it is He wants you to do. It was a life altering trip. I knew that I had to put aside my fears, and jump in with both feet. So when we got home, we finished up the rest of the stuff for PBT and sent everything in.
In December we found out 2 great things: First, we are having a little girl. And the name that I had picked out for her for many many years, just didn't seem right when it came right down to it. So, we are having a girl, but we are not sure what we will name her. Yet.
And second, we became PBT recruits!
And so, the year ended in quite a different way than it had begun.
Mourning the loss of a baby to rejoicing the good news of a baby girl.
And being asked to consider joining PBT to being missionary recruits!
Thinking and talking about what transpired in 2011 makes me cry. What a wonderful God we serve! I could not see how this story was going to progress, but it ended up being a redemption story! Thank you Father for taking care of my life and leading it the way you lead it.
What a year!
Lately I have been working full time. Which is not something that I signed up for. Especially at a job I just cannot stand. Retail. The word makes me cringe. The actual job makes my whole body shudder. I do not like retail. It's a miracle that I have survived that place this long. Next month will mark my one year anniversary at that place. And really, the thought just makes me roll my eyes.
Oh maternity leave, how I desire you!
Less talk of work, more talk of....other things.
A recap of 2011, if you will:
I began 2011 feeling lost and hopeless. For several long months after the miscarriage I was just in survival mode. It was difficult to experience true joy, and all I really wanted was to lay down and cry. And most days that's what I did. It was a difficult beginning to the year, and I could not imagine in getting any better.
In March we were asked to consider joining Pioneer Bible Translators, and it was something that we didn't take lightly. We prayed about the possibilities, and dreamed about what was to come. In June we attended Pioneer Mission Institute and learned an overwhelming amount of information about PBT. But more than that, our hearts were even more broken for the nations, and it was our desire to go where God was sending us and to do what He was calling us to do.
After much prayer and talking it over with several people, we started the application process. It was a much longer process than we had anticipated, mostly because of my own hesitation and fears. But before the year's end we finally completed everything.
In June we also moved out of our moldy apartment, and back to that tiny studio in Lincoln. The one that had once accommodated me, my 2 friends and our giant dog. It wasn't a move that I was particularly joyful over, but it did have it's perks. For one, we lived right next door to our good friends. Of course, they moved far far away shortly after we got there, and then we were stuck in Lincoln with no friends or family nearby. Dreadful, I tell you. Just dreadful. But we muddled through. Actually, it wasn't that bad.
In August I went on this amazing trip to Colorado with 2 of my very best friends. Had to have been one of the best and memorable trip of my life! It was a week full of belly laughs and adventures. It was a glorious trip, and I hope that one day we will get to do something like that again.
Roughly 2 weeks after I got back, I found out I was pregnant!! (I guess absence does make the heart grow fonder...wink wink). I still get teary eyed when I think of that moment I saw the positive pregnancy test. Okay, teary eyed isn't the right phrase. I still cry and my whole being is overwhelmed with great emotion. I literally sobbed when I saw it was positive. I was overjoyed and in shock. And over the next few months, Heavens thrones were filled with my constant prayers about that tiny baby growing inside of me.
In October we went to India, and that trip transformed my life. It was a very difficult trip, mainly because we came face to face with persecuted Christians and it was challenging to see their immense and beautiful faith. We know nothing of persecution and hardship. And for the first time ever, I knew that the calling on my life is a call to come and die. I'm not trying to be dramatic here, but the truth is that the Lord is calling us to take up our cross and follow Him. And it isn't a flippant call to say you're a Christian and do good things. It's a call to step out your comfort zone, to abandon your own desires and plans, and to pick up His cross and do whatever it is He wants you to do. It was a life altering trip. I knew that I had to put aside my fears, and jump in with both feet. So when we got home, we finished up the rest of the stuff for PBT and sent everything in.
In December we found out 2 great things: First, we are having a little girl. And the name that I had picked out for her for many many years, just didn't seem right when it came right down to it. So, we are having a girl, but we are not sure what we will name her. Yet.
And second, we became PBT recruits!
And so, the year ended in quite a different way than it had begun.
Mourning the loss of a baby to rejoicing the good news of a baby girl.
And being asked to consider joining PBT to being missionary recruits!
Thinking and talking about what transpired in 2011 makes me cry. What a wonderful God we serve! I could not see how this story was going to progress, but it ended up being a redemption story! Thank you Father for taking care of my life and leading it the way you lead it.
What a year!
Tuesday, December 27, 2011
#301: What I found in my mailbox...
I found this in my mailbox today. I don't know about you, but I find this rather creepy. Also, there were 3 random coupons in there too.
Totally. Weirded. Out.
Monday, December 26, 2011
#300: Baby Bump- Week 20
My big ol tummy at 20 weeks! Hey, we are halfway there!
And yes...these were taken at work. Slow night. haha!
Sunday, December 25, 2011
#299: Baby Bump's First Christmas
I did not expect to get gifts for our little girl. But surprising, and joyfully, we did get a few. My mom and Dennis gave us several cute outfits, rattles, itty bitty baby socks and some diapers. Totally adorable!
At my Grandpa's house, we were also given an extremely soft Baby Blanket and 2 cute little outfits! Completely unexpected, but definitely appreciated! Thanks Dale and Katie :-)
At my Grandpa's house, we were also given an extremely soft Baby Blanket and 2 cute little outfits! Completely unexpected, but definitely appreciated! Thanks Dale and Katie :-)
My favorite outfit so far :-)
Saturday, December 24, 2011
#298: Christmas Eve
Today we spent Christmas Eve at my mom's house. Well, the morning and afternoon, that is. It was fun getting to hang out with family (even my annoying and obnoxious brothers).
In the late afternoon/early evening we all headed over to my Grandpa's house. It's a tradition to spend Christmas Eve with that side of the family. They are loud and crazy, and it's always a good time.
Here I am with me and my 3 brothers (only one of them isn't annoying and obnoxious...)
Thursday, December 22, 2011
#297: Baby brother...what a goof!
I love when my mom sends my pictures of Nolan! They are always so funny and adorable. Apparently today she found him like this:
What an adorable baby brother I have!
And to think that him and my baby will be only 2 years apart. How fun!!
Wednesday, December 21, 2011
Tuesday, December 20, 2011
Monday, December 19, 2011
#294: Back to the grounds....
Phil keeps saying "I don't remember your coffee tasting THIS GOOD!". I guess he's been having withdrawals too. Haha!
Sunday, December 18, 2011
#293: A ceiling fan!
Who gets excited about a ceiling fan? This girl! I've never had a ceiling fan before. Well, not since I moved out of my parents house a long time ago. Now we have our very own ceiling fans!
Saturday, December 17, 2011
#292: Bubble Bath!
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