Category Archives: Pregnancy

Devotional and 25 Months Old and Nervous!

“And now, Master god, being the God you are, speaking sure words as you do, and having just said this wonderful thing to me, please, just one more thing: Bless my family; keep your eye on them always. You’ve already as much as said that you would, Master god! Oh, may your blessing be on my family permanently!” 2 Samuel 7:28 MSG

I know I said I was going to not do any devotionals this week… but I opened my app and this was the verse. How could I NOT at least share this verse with y’all today??

This verse is EXACTLY what I feel today.

Last night I was writing (I’m an on and off again journaler). I used to write literally every day, then I had a toddler. Now I’m writing again to remember Judah’s pregnancy and hopefully I’ll continue writing some after he gets here.

Anyway – I was writing last night and felt the need to write the prayers I have for my children. The big ones, not the every day ones. Of course I want them safe and secure, but I want more for their lives than I had. And that doesn’t mean toys.

I prayed for Lucy – that she would grow up and be a smart kid, a wise teenager and a Godly woman.

I prayed for Judah that he would be bold in Christ and keep him first in every decision he made.

I prayed for both of their spouses, and them as spouses. Being married isn’t always easy. I want them to be successful at it.

I concluded both prayers that they would both know that no matter the circumstance, I would always be there for them. I would love them through whatever situation they were in and that I was always for their good. Just like our Father is for ours.

And this verse just tops it off.

It’s so strange knowing when Judah will be here. Knowing that I’ll see him and hold him tomorrow is… not what I’m used to. Lucy coming 4 weeks early and catching me COMPLETELY by surprise is all I know. Surprised.

But with Judah.. it’s planned. We have arrangements for Lucy already, and my house is in order. No steaks left out in the fridge this time!

It’s nice knowing, but also very weird.

I also, decided to take Lucy’s picture again. I know, I know…

I said I would stop at 24 months, but there was the dress… and the sunny day.. and the cute as can be toddler… I couldn’t resist! I still want to take her picture as often as I had been (I mean, with my good camera and stuff…) So.. without further delay…

25 Months Old Swing

My baby is getting SO big!! And she’s wearing the second dress I made for her!
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I love a barefoot little girl.
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And some dress details 🙂 I’m proud of this one really…
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I got to use my double needle! I’m so glad I bought that. Makes hems looks super nice.
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So what have I been doing?

A lot of rocking.
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More sewing. What a cute little model I have!
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Some kissin’!
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Its our last day just the two of us girls (uh.. and Wes too I guess…) So I’m trying to soak up this little cutie as much as I can.

And lastly? I’ve been growing.
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If you aren’t friends with me on facebook – add me – that’s where I’ll be doing most of my updating on Lil Judah’s transition from bump to baby. http://www.facebook.com/andreakirkley

See you all soon! And I hope to be posting pictures of a cute little boy really soon!

I just worry.. I don’t know if he can match Lucy’s cuteness… 😉 He’s got big cute shoes to fill!

Thanks for taking this journey with me!

Devotional: Psalm 55 and The Seamstress

First off, I wanted to thank you all for being with me these last 15 weeks. I certainly hope that my devotions have helped you fall in love with God a little more. Next week I’ll go in to be induced to FINALLY meet my little baby boy. That also means, less sleep for me, and less blogging, at least until I can get our family of four used to being a family of four. Today will be the last devotional blog for at least a few weeks. I’ll be sure to post on facebook and Twitter when it is back. And I may can do some to schedule, but it will not be daily. Thanks for reading, and I look forward to starting back up soon!

 

Pile your troubles on god’s shoulders— he’ll carry your load, he’ll help you out. He’ll never let good people topple into ruin. Psalm 55:22 MSG

God is for us. Not sure how many times I have to say this before folks actually believe it, but He is.

Bad things do still happen, like I said yesterday, that’s due to the devil doing his job greatly. People don’t trust in God like they used to.

But you can. You can give your troubles to him, and he will deal with them.

David wrote this when he had been captured by the Philistines. He knew.

He wasn’t scared of them.

He wasn’t afraid of what they would do to him or his people.

He trusted God in a way that most of us will never even have to!

God will not let us fall to ruin.

Just like Paul said in Philippians- if we are alive, then we preach Christ, and if we die, even better because we are with Him! Most of us aren’t here yet. I know I’m not.

I do know there is No need to be afraid of someone who can’t take anything from you.

Our God is good. Let’s work toward believing that with our lives.

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Life Blog

Well, I’ve been busy. And in a good way busy!I found some really cute sewing tutorials online, and, well.. They were little girl dresses, so I HAD to try them. I’ve completed one, and started on another. Which.. I’ve had to redo parts.. so it’s taking me a bit longer. But first, let me catch you up.

Yesterday we went to Hattiesburg. I wanted McAlisters, then when we got there it was INSANE. SO many people there. Then we realized, it was “Free Tea Day!” apparently. I just like their food.. but, of course, we got their free sweet teas too, and enjoyed them as well. The place was PACKED out.
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Lucy enjoyed her free sweet tea.

Ok, for the dress… Here is where I found the idea. Here is her version:

I went to Shirlies to get the material. And of course, they don’t sell knits (T-shirt material), so I did what any hormonal, 9 month pregnant lady who is quite determined to make something would do. I bought some Tshirts.

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These were close enough in color and texture to work. Plus, they were only a buck a piece!

And after slaving away at my sewing machine, and following the instructions like a champ – I got this cute thing!

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Then I stuck my Cute-Lil-Lucy in her new Cute-Lil-Dress and took some pictures! She had just woken up, so she wasn’t quite as smiley as I would have liked. Still cute.
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And Sans Ribbon.. Lucy I guess liked it better without?
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I’m pretty proud of myself. I’ve tried working with tshirts before, and… well.. as you have seen… I’ve never posted something made from a Tshirt. The fabric is hard to work with. But, I was ever so determined, and I made it happen!

Then we came home, and Wes was being good ole ‘Farmer in the Dell’ and went around back to feed our ravenous chickens. I took Lucy and was going to play with her on our big pile of dirt.

I look over.. and I see Wes toting the 50lb bag of chicken feed and I see our rooster (our STUPID rooster) run up on him, like ALWAYS. He doesn’t have spurs, yet, but I still don’t want to run from a chicken in my yard.

I’ve told Wes to kill him. He’s jumped on Lucy, Me, Other folks, Other Folk’s kids, and Wes. But Wes wanted it to be in the heat of battle.

Well.. here was his battle. Wes grabs my stick (I carry a stick every time I go feed them, because.. well.. I don’t want rooster jumping on me. I’m already a little lopsided, I don’t need to run from a bird and fall…). It was a little 1×2. Wes swings, and misses.

Rooster taunts him. Gives him the stink eye.

Runs back to get a better view on his enemy (Wes) and Wes chunks that stick like David did that rock toward Goliath. (Ok, I’m getting a little theatrical here… he did throw the stick though).

It caught rooster perfectly on the neck.

And the whole saying about a chicken running around with it’s head cut off?

Yeah..

That’s true.

They wiggle.. A LOT after they are dead.

Like, a lot a lot.

Very creepy.

About 1 minute into rooters death his comb and wattle (the red stuff on his head) had turned a very dark red. It was sorta sad. But then I was like.. Well.. You’re the idiot who kept trying to hurt folks.. Ya own fault!

Then, I proceeded to do something that I NEVER in a million years thought I’d be able to do….

Rooster was my favorite chicken. He was beautiful. Here he is as a teenager?
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And as a youngin.
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When he was little he would run up to my hand. He was never scared of me. He loved being petted. And then he got all.. hormonal.

I read chicken blogs about ways to tame them, and I tried them all. Nothing worked. He was a MAN rooster and would NOT back down. And with us about to have 2 small children.. I take no chances. So…

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I hope he tastes as pretty as he looked.

I never thought I could do that. Pluck a chicken? Skin a chicken? Drain it of its blood? Clean out the inside…

But I did. At NINE months pregnant.

I gotta finish taking the meat off the bone today.

He will be lunch.

I will say this, as LOUD as that joker was… I kinda miss hearing him wake us up. But, then again, when I have this newborn and I’m napping in my bed, I will NOT miss loud rooster crowing beneath my house. Rooster crowed ALL DAY LONG.

RIP Rooster.

Hope your weekend is better than his!

Devotional: 2 Corinthians 3 and Judah-bump

Sorry about no blog yesterday. Had a Doctor appointment at 8am.

And when God is personally present, a living Spirit, that old, constricting legislation is recognized as obsolete. We’re free of it! All of us! Nothing between us and God, our faces shining with the brightness of his face. And so we are transfigured much like the Messiah, our lives gradually becoming brighter and more beautiful as God enters our lives and we become like him. 2 Corinthians 3:17-18 MSG

I was sitting in church Sunday, and Wesley had just finished his message. And I was looking at how many people were coming down to get some prayer. And then I remembered how many times I’d heard people when they come to me for prayer say something like, “I’ve been waiting on Sunday to get here for this!”

If you are in a struggle, or if you just need some strength to make it to the end of the work day, you can come to God.

I do believe there is power when you have more than one person praying in full agreement about something – the bible even says so (Matthew 18:20), but there is also power when we let our flesh step aside and just come to God on our own and confess out of our own mouth his power and our need for his mercy and grace in our lives.

Our God is personally present. And since He is personally present, that means that anyone can talk to him at any time. Anywhere. He’s ready. He’s willing. You don’t need a pastor, you don’t need me, you don’t need a bible, you don’t even have to get on your knees.

God has this amazing power to see straight through our bodies and look deep into our hearts. And he can see when we are asking something that means something to us. He knows when we are being real with him. And he loves it.

On a side note, if you never have gotten prayed for, or over, or even with one other person, it is helpful. It’s meaningful. It’s good to have someone who has possibly been there before you and come out on the other side to have a little insight to pray better for you.

And the last side (this must be a triangle…), if you never pray at all, never discuss anything with God, then you need to start. He is what fuels this universe, and He wants to hear from you. I’m guilty of kinda ‘chatting’ with Him all day. I talk to him when I’m cooking, or cleaning. Most of you would say, “No, Andrea, you’re talking to yourself…” Well, yes and no. I’m talking to Him, because He’s with me. But rarely do I just sit and really pray a long consistent prayer to him.

And He convicted me of that when I read this verse yesterday morning. So I started doing just that. I had a nice long conversation with him about the biggest thing on my mind right now. My kids.

And when it was over, I felt relieved, and uplifted. I know he is capable of all that he says he is. He’s not a liar. And I prayed over my children like I never have. I’m sure Lucy thought I was nuts. Oh well.. Doesn’t matter.

And I couldn’t do any of that on a Sunday morning. I couldn’t wait until Sunday to pray for my kids. I needed to do it then. Yesterday. Tuesday. And I did.

Don’t be scared to come to God with your petitions and requests. He wants to hear them, and he tore the veil so that we could come to him at any point, any place, any time to give them over to him.

Trust me on this.

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Life Blog

Well, I had a Dr appointment yesterday. She walked in laughing. She said, “Well. You are still pregnant. I laughed when I saw your name on my list this morning. I didn’t think you’d make it to this point!”

Gee.. uplifting. Yes. I made it. Me and my 37 week pregnant self made it to 37 weeks. And all my symptoms came with me.

Then she checked me. From Monday of last week, to yesterday.. no change.

Not one bit. No more dilation, no more effacement. Nada.

Judah-bump wants to be right where he is. He’s nice and comfy. I’m still 1 cm dilated, and about 50% effaced.

So then she said, “Well… you think you can hold out one more week?”

Huh?

Say.. what?

I guess. What do you mean dr lady?

She decided that because of Judah-Bump’s size (she’s thinking he weighs about 8lbs right now) and my “gestational diabetes” (that I still don’t think I have) that it would be best for me to deliver as early as safely possible.

NOW WE ARE TALKIN!

So she said, “You can come in Monday, and we’ll get some paper work done, and then Tuesday we can induce you, if you are okay with that.”

HECK YEAH I’m okay with that!

Now, really, I know that inductions can be painful and hard. I had a baby with no epidural. I can handle it. Especially when the end is SO very in sight. I also know there are risks to inductions, but there is also a higher risk of him getting too big for me to deliver naturally anyway – so.. that’s kinda a lose-lose.

And when you are talking having a baby – there are risks all around regardless how you get there.

Now, yes, I would much rather start labor on my own. Of course. But, given I had no change what-so-ever in a week, it seems as if that may not happen this go-round. At least not til much closer to my due date, and at that point I could be looking at a 10lb baby.

No way. That won’t happen. Lucy was almost 7lbs. So my dr said that my hips had been “tested” to that size baby, but hadn’t been tested to anything over that, and she’s pretty sure he’s bigger than that already. That is her main reason for wanting to induce at 38 weeks.

Most patients with Gestational Diabetes are induced between 38 and 39 weeks anyway. And since I’m technically considered a GD patient, I get my lil boy sooner.

So what am I doing this last week??

Enjoying the mess out of my little precious girl.
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We go for walks every day. Most of the time I put her in the stroller, so I can actually walk. But some days I let that girl run free!
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She’s so sweet. I’ve been rocking her to sleep for naps. It’s quite the special time we have. I rock and she slaps my face. Awe. But then she actually falls asleep and I just look at her. Big sister.

I want to enjoy this week with her. Her last week as an only child. Kinda sad. Kinda exciting.

I will say having the induction is WAY easier to plan. Lucy will stay with MawMaw the night before (we’ll have to be at the hospital at 5:30am) YOWZAA. I don’t have to worry about waking her up in the middle of the night because my water broke.

Now I will say this – I’m walking my legs off this week in hopes to go into labor on my own. And if it doesn’t work, then maybe it’ll prime me up a little more for my induction. They say if you are dilated and effaced a little more, that the pitocin (the induction drug) is easier on you. So, this way, win-win!

I’ve been making myself busy too. I made some Pee Pee Teepee’s.
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These are for the little guy. When you change baby boy’s diapers, they tend to pee when cool air hits there.. little man parts. But this is a little teepee you put right on top so if they do, it doesn’t hit you, say.. in the face.

Nobody likes pee in their mouth.

And I did my nails.
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It was actually pretty easy. I used glitter that I got from Hobby Lobby. Just.. regular sprinkle glitter, on top of a base coat of black. Then layered it with some “acrylic gel hardener” that I got from Fred’s. They seriously feel like gel nails, except they took a little longer to dry than the gel.

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And today I have a list of things to do to keep me occupied. Now that there is a definite end in sight, and its a date rather than an unknown event, I’m much more relaxed. But I do know that I still could have him sooner. So, I’m still trying to keep my house in order (like, dishes washed, not leaving clothes in the dryer. Stuff that would be really gross to come home to when you’ve been gone for 2 days.)

So I’m off to start my last week of being a parent of an only child.

This feels good.

Devotional: Proverbs 29 and my Uneventful Weekend

The fear of human opinion disables; trusting in God protects you from that. Proverbs 29:25

There are so many times when we don’t do what God asks us to do because of other people.

There are times when God shouldn’t even have to ask us to do something, and we don’t do it because of people.

Other people. People.

Wesley spoke yesterday about the day the sun stood still. Then he added how we let people trap us in fear, and how they are just people. They have never paused the universe.

But our God has.

He stopped the earth from spinning, because of his people.

He can do, whatever he wants to do.

And we trust other humans opinions of us, more than God’s.

And like what Wesley said also… What’s wrong with us?

There is no need in worrying about other peoples opinions of us. God’s opinion is the only one that really matters, but we (for some crazy reason) trust that other people know us better and deserve our 100% attention rather than the God of the Universe who knows how many hairs you have on your head.

It’s hard though. People do matter, we are supposed to love them. But putting their opinion above God’s isn’t going to get us anywhere.

Let’s live for Him, not for others.

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Life Blog

I know that I’ve been quite the complainer here of late, and I would like to change that. Wes and I feel like this lil guy will be our last, and so I need to enjoy this pregnancy as much as possible. Even with my never ending list of ailments – it will be over soon and I’ll have a sweet little baby in place.

I am only 37 weeks and two days pregnant, but since Lucy decided to be an early bird and show up at 36w3days, I sort of expected him to do the same. I’m only 2 days into technically being full term.

I’d much rather me be uncomfortable for a few more weeks than him show up and not be ready to be here. Just because I’m sick of pregnancy doesn’t mean he is 😉

So – I’m not complaining anymore. I’ve been kind of waking up each day thinking.. “Is today going to be the day?” But every day that it doesn’t happen, I get a little bit depressed. So now, I’m just saying that I’ll meet him August 6th. That was the latest day my dr. suggested for an induction date. Anything sooner, and I’ll be happier. I’d much rather not be induced, but… I’m so far past ready, and with my history of a speedy labor, if I’m induced, then I KNOW I’ll be at the hospital when I have him instead of the possibility of having him in my jeep.

Friday we went to Hattiesburg just to get out of the house, and I started having contractions. I knew they weren’t getting stronger, but I just kept having them. We went to eat, and they continued, then we went to hobby lobby and they still continued. So, since my Dr’s office is right across the road, and I was having them so frequently, I decided to stop in.

They hooked me all up.
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And sure enough, contractions – 3 minutes apart. But, they weren’t doing anything. I mean.. besides irritating me.

Then Saturday I had almost no contractions. Like, 3 maybe. And then Sunday was uneventful as well. Again, almost no contractions.

The best part about right now? Just me an my girl. We still have every second to spend with our Lucy Bea. Saturday I noticed she had gone missing for a few minutes. Then I heard the loudest sound coming down my hallway. Sorry its blurry.
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She was in my new heels. Such a girl.

I think Lucy will miss me being pregnant.
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She lays on my belly to watch TV. Pretty cute.

And she plays with Daddy before bed each night. Again, sorry for the blur.
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And here’s me at 37 Weeks. This is the longest I’ve ever been pregnant!
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And HA! Boy does it show.

Hope your Monday is great!

Devotional: Jesus loves Us

None of this fazes us because Jesus loves us. Romans 8:37

This is going to be a combined devotional/blog. Why? Because. Let me start with me.

Yesterday morning I woke up and started my day. I hurt a lot yesterday. No real serious pregnancy pains, just.. the good ole ache of being pregnant and carrying a low baby. So, I go to my hall bathroom to pee, because, well, I can pee pretty much every 20 minutes. I get in there, and gasp, because of what I see.

At first I thought someone had forgotten to flush.

Then I thought, if Wesley Kirkley did this as a joke.. He got me.

So I freaked and then walked away. Sent a text to Wes that said something to the effect of “I hate you”, and found out that the mouse, apparently, had a death wish. Wesley hadn’t done it. Smart guy. I love him again.

So my day goes like every other day.

Then I go to bed. I’m laying there, and I’m stinking WIDE awake. Cannot sleep. Not for any reason, just.. awake. Which is the worst. So finally around like 11:30 or 12 midnight I finally fall asleep.

And BOOM at 2 am I feel something tiny, wet, and cold slap my face.

Thankfully, I wasn’t in a deep sleep, so I slapped it off. Then I realized, it was a TREE FROG. I heart him jumping toward the bathroom.

Now, I’m not one of those girls who is terrified of reptiles. I had a White’s Tree Frog for a pet for a while. I like frogs.

I do not like them on my face at 2 am when I’m trying to sleep.

So I still hear him, and I need to pee. So I get out my phone’s flash light, because the only thing that would make this worse is if I stepped on him and crushed his tiny body. And where do I find him?
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On my toilet paper. So, I flick him off and do my biz and go back to bed.

Then I hear it.

Spat.

Spat, Spat.

He’s hopping back into the bedroom. I turn on my light again, and there he is, on my rug, looking at me.

So instead of ignoring lil froggy, because I know that if I ignore him, he’ll be all up on my face again in a minute, so I get up, AGAIN, and take him outside.

That was the end of nature for the night. But then, I was GOOD and awake. Didn’t go back to sleep until after 4am.

And when my alarm went off at 7am, I was up an attem’ again. Not sure if my hormones are making me stay awake or what, but it stinks.

I then get online.

And I see what happened in Colorado.

I see the chaos, and I can understand the hurt from this event. If you don’t know, click here.

Basically, a man showed up to a midnight showing (because he knew it would be packed), unloaded some tear gas into a crowd, then started shooting. He killed (as of now I believe) 14 people. He wounded over 50. The youngest person wounded was a 3 month old baby. The oldest was 45.

This makes my crazy animals being thrown at me by the universe sorta… unimportant.

This makes my pregnancy pains (that every 9 month pregnant woman faces) sorta… unimportant.

Basically, as Christians, we are needed right now.

We are needed and here and need to be here to show that verse that I posted is real.

Yes, it does faze us. When these things happen we are always caught off guard. The news shocks me pretty much hourly. But we have to be strong for the people who need us.

Now, I’m not 100% sure, but fairly sure none of the people reading my blog personally knew anyone that was directly affected by this event – but we are all still Christians right?

We are to love. And love can reach out far beyond our grasp.

We need to pray for these people. We need to actually pray for them. We need to not just update our facebook status and say, “This is terrible, my heart goes out… blah blah” We need to actually do something, because doing something like praying can ACTUALLY HELP.

We need to step up. It shouldn’t faze us, because Jesus loves us. And because He loves us, we need to love them and do what we can. We may not can physically go to Colorado, but we can send our prayers that way and our God can definitely reach down and make this terrible situation MUCH less terrible for some.

This doesn’t faze us. We a Christians. We are followers of a MIGHTY God who is fully capable of healing each and every life affected by this insane person. He can reach down and comfort, in a way that even their family members can’t. But its up to us to do our part.

Will you join me in praying for these people? I hope so.