Thursday, October 20, 2011

... Right where I need to be.

I know it isn't Thanksgiving yet but, right now I'm feeling very thankful for everything God's given me. Even with all the hectic things happening in my life right now, tonight I've just got this overwhelming feeling that Gods got me

It should be an automatic thing to know that Gods got complete control but, I feel like I have to remind myself almost daily that I'm not in this alone. Not right now... Right now I know for a fact that God knows what he's doing. Even though I lost my car last week, I've been getting crazy bad migraines, certain relationships are ending and I've been really worried about money. This week, I'm becoming a pro at taking the bus, I'm learning a huge lesson on knowing when someone has your best interest or not, I just got a job this week and I'm STILL loving school.

On top of all this amazing news, SARA (my best friend) and her husband are expecting (You should all know by now). I have got some crazy awesome, beautifully talented friends, an extremely supportive, loving family and a gracious, forgiving, beautiful, worthy God who loves me and has this crazy extravagant plan for my life. 

I'm being a total cheese ball right now but, sometimes it's necessary. 


Tuesday, October 18, 2011

Pumpkin Spice Trifle

Adapted from Paula Deen's Pumpkin Gingerbread Trifle, here is my own rendition.

1- 29oz can of pumpkin
2- 3oz pkgs cook and serve vanilla     pudding
2- pkgs spice cake mix
2- 12oz French Vanilla cool whip
1/2 c packed brown sugar
2tsp cinnamon
1tsp ginger
1/2tsp cloves

Bake the spice cake according to the package directions, and let completely cool. Meanwhile, prepare the pudding and set aside to cool. Stir the pumpkin, sugar, cinnamon, ginger, and cloves into the pudding. Crumble half of the spice cake into the bottom of a large, clear bowl (a punch bowl would even work). Pour half of the pudding mixture over the cake, then add a layer of cool whip. Repeat with remaining ingredients. Top with a small amount of crumbled cake, cinnamon, and nutmeg.

Sara tested, guests approved.



Monday, October 17, 2011

This Beautiful Life.

You always remember those special moments in your life. First day of school, first tooth you lost, graduating highschool, the moment you knew you were in love, graduating college, your wedding day, being hired at your first "real" job, and buying a house. Maybe you relate to all, maybe you relate to some, and maybe you have many others you could share. Milestones like these cancel out the bad memories, and they bring joy to your day-to-day. None of the above memories, however, prepare you for the moment when that little stick reads to you that beautiful word, "pregnant."

If you've read my dreams post, you know my desire to be a mommy. It's an ache that's lived inside of me for as long as I can remember. I've walked along some of my amazing friend's pregnancies and held their beautiful babies. I loved every moment and everything I've learned from them. But now, it's my turn. It was an early, unexpected, wonderful surprise. And it's my turn.

I always thought the day that I found out would be magical. I thought being pregnant would be complete bliss. I promised myself prior that I would continually be grateful in between each sick spell. It's been different than that. It's been the scariest and most wonderful thing I have ever experienced. I have had a couple scary moments where I have had to trust more than I have ever had to for anything. It may be the worrier in me, but it may be too close to home with everyone that I know that has lost a precious soul for whatever reason- and it's part of reality. I told someone "I can't wait until this stage of worrying is over, so I can start a whole other kind when my child is born". I wouldn't let my excitement pver this pregnancy consume me too much. Now that I have made it to my second semester, I feel a new sense of relief, with a smaller side of worry. It's like a new chapter in this new book I've been chosen to write. But it's hard to make it through to the next time I get to hear that little heart beat.

To get me by, I always try to remember to embrace my stomach, close my eyes, and whisper a prayer "Thank You for this amazing gift". I don't ever want to take this blessing for granted.

I always thought I would cry when I saw my first ultrasound, or heard the heartbeat for the first time. I didn't. I laid there smiling. With a giddy, goofy smile. It's so surreal. "Is that really inside of me?" Or the excitement of my midwife when she used a doppler to hear the heartbeat for the first time at 9 weeks. "Oh! Do you hear that? That's your baby's heartbeat! Normally we can't hear it this way this early..." Now that was a life-altering moment.

Now finally, pictures. This is from my "viability" ultrasound. Scary! But a sweet outcome.

Words can't fathom my excitement or my feelings. 

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Friday, October 7, 2011


My husband and I have had so much going on lately. Taking care of a dog, work, traveling all over creation, wonderful family company, and getting our house appraised. By the end of the day, I have no energy for anything. No crafts, no recipes. Life should slow down in time for the holidays. I miss blogging and shall be returning soon!