13 weeks!!

I'm thrilled to announce that we have made it to 3 months! I say thrilled because I've had some vaginal bleeding going on. That, along with back pain, made me believe there was a possible miscarriage going on. This was the third time for it but it looks like we are out of the woods; for good; God willing! Sorry I didn't post what I still want to post about. I've literally been taking it easy.

I still have morning sickness. I read somewhere that at 3 months it would go away. Did they mean 3 months exactly or give or take 3 months? Just kidding! I was hoping for 3 months exactly. Honestly though I'll take the constantly feeling of wanting to vomit VS. the feeling of maybe losing your baby.

For those who knew, thank you so much for all the prayers. You have no idea what it's meant to me and my family. It's a frighting thought but through support and mostly prayers fear does not have to overcome us. Besides as I've said before whatever happens, it's by God's will and not mine.

My husband and I are celebrating our anniversary this weekend. Recently we went to a marriage seminar which really has helped us/me quite a bit. I hope to be at a conference at least once a year. I can NOT wait till the next one.

Dad's birthday is this weekend. My dad will have been deceased for 10 years. Time has gone but it doesn't mean I don't miss him or wish that at times he could be here with us. Recently I've though of him alot. I've even talked about him in Sunday school. Boy, I miss my daddy.

For some reason I seem to ramble when I should be concentrating on what I'd like to write. Maybe it's because this medication makes me sleepy... I'm wondering if that's a side affect. I sure am feeling drowsy. I came on with so much to say and now I'm drawing sheep (in my mind) as I type.

The Ultrasound

This should have been written days back but the flu (I think) took me out all week.
Yes on top of morning sickness my body throws out a virus.

Okay so here we go. Cheesecake never tasted so YUMMY!! Unless of course a friend of mine makes the best cheesecake ever! The downside BLT's don't settle well. That along with the watermelon I ate came up and said hello. Pretty colors but rather not see that again. Trust me!

I had an appointment with my Dr. Tuesday. Our baby is a whopping 12 centimeters! The little guy even waved at his daddy. Looking at the ultrasound for the first time kind of confirms that this is really real. Brings tears to your eyes knowing that you have been blessed with such a wonderful gift from the Lord. Although I've been pregnant 3 other times I can't help but to get the same feeling I did the first time around. Our little orange was moving and tossing and turning. Lisa (one of the nurses) tried to get pictures for us but the printer wasn't working.

I came that morning telling Cici that the baby was saying hi. Her little eyes lit up. She rushed to get her shoes on so she can say hi too. I let her know that next time she'll be able to go. As of now we have her excited about the baby; hopefully she's just as excited when the baby comes home in 6 months.

If I'm rambling I'm sorry. I'm still not up to par. I miss being at church. There is something I plan to share with my readers. I just want to inform you in advance it's going to be very descriptive and geared towards teens. I have felt it in my heart to share for a couple of months but have had this fear of doing so. I have prayed hard about it. Readers discretion will be advised. I'm hoping to get to it tonight or tomorrow. Again I apologize for the rambles.

I stink, YOU stink, EVERYBODY stinks!

Okay garlic; I have officially broken up with you until my morning sickness subsides! I'm sorry. I was so in love with you but you really have hurt me lately. We just need a break from each other. There are some things I need to work on before we can reconcile. Give me a month or two and we'll see where we're at by then. I'll miss you my flavorsome love.

I haven't written on here because my life exists of this; Wake up in the am sick. Go to the gym sick. Work out, stomach flips, head says good morning to toilet. Yep the toilet stinks, no matter how clean it is. I've learned that shine means absolutely nothing! Watch TV = nausea. Eating adds to heartburn oh and nausea. Did I mention that no matter what room I'm in or who is next to me I can't stand the smell. No matter what I do my stomach is so tied up in knots. Worse part is I don't throw up 95% of the time. If I did I'm sure I'd feel better.

My armpits stink!! No matter how much deodorant I put on, I stink! It's not as bad as your odor though. You're much worse. Please stop telling me you showered or brushed your teeth. That is not good enough. I don't mean to be cruel I just don't like smells right now. Oh and when you fart in the gym can you please not walk by me thinking it's not following you! I know it was you. You and I were the only one's on that side of the gym at 0500! Unless of course you want me to tell you, "Hey I know you farted, (whispering) it's following you; can you go poop now please?!".

"Sierra, mama, do you want to hear the baby?" Excitedly she says, "Yes mama!". I gently place her head on my stomach. She looks up like a deer in the headlights, "DADDY!!!! The baby is crying!!!!" "I heard him!". I can not wait till she's in the room with me/us listening to the baby on the ultrasound. She wants to name the baby; if it's a boy, brother. A girl, sister.

The only update I have is that you all STINK!!! AND I feel blah 23 hours a day. I love being pregnant! I love God, my husband, my children, and my friends. Hope you got a small smile on your face. I know I'll laugh at this one day; just not today.

This can't be so!

Since my last post I have realized that I've gone crazy. It's either me or my hormones. Can you believe that my favorite food no longer is? At least until I have my baby or morning sickness goes away. I'm Mexican as you all can see and I can't even look at a bowl of beans without kissing the toilet! Has the world gone mad?! I don't get this.

So if that isn't bad enough, garlic; well don't even let me smell it from another room. How this is torture to someone who puts ONLY puts 2 tablespoons of garlic in everything I cook.

Okay and lastly ingestion; I didn't even know what it was until a couple of nights when I happen to take tums and it all went away. Okay so I know someone must be taking great pleasure in my pain. That's okay because in about 7 months I'll look back at all of this holding my baby in arms knowing that it was those reasons why I have a beautiful baby.

Ahhh yes, the many blessings will overwhelm the morning sickness and by the time you know it, it will be a thing of the past as it has 3 other times.

Oh yeah, on an intimate moment, I'm treating me to a regular size root-beer float and a movie with my family.

On more thing before I cuddle with my husband and children; one and a half days and no spotting! Love you all and may the Lord bless you and your family.

My poor husband.

In the past week or so my cravings are out of control! My moods are not so bad and I'm still spotting.

Everyone should know by now that my husband got home Saturday late afternoon. Thank you Lord for getting him home safe. Well on the way home we picked up some Krystal's since it was nearing dinner time. I use to like the food there but I've changed my mind. The food sat right in the center of my chest till the following day. No more Krystal's for me. That was a horrible feeling! Let's not forget to mention Rootbeer! OOOHHHH it tastes so good!! For someone who rarely drinks soda. I've had no choice but to drink 4 ounces, okay maybe 6, okay, okay, no more then 8 daily. Did I mention how good it tastes?!

Last night the cravings for Chinese food came on quick and at 8:30pm. When I was pregnant with Sierra I could NOT tolerate the smell of Asian food, but this time around. Let's just say, we've got a little competition between sweet and sour chicken and root beer. It was so good. So when you come to my home, do me a favor? STAY AWAY from my rootbeer!!!! Oh and Winn-Dixie's deli sandwhichs, over priced and tasteless; right now anyway.

My husband and I went to the store today. Well on the way there I must have drove him crazy. I could not make up my mind. It was so bad that I felt nauseous thinking about what I wanted. Last minute decision; I made some very tasting, cheap Mexican food. WOW!!! That too was great! So far my inch size fetus agrees. However, it may decide to change it's mind later.

I'm so fortunate, no I'm blessed. My husband loves me! I've gotten the food I want. Be blessed!

Today is Sept. 11th

How can you forget a day like this. I remember getting the kids dressed that morning preparing to send them off to school. I've always been a news watcher (except this deployment). That tragic am as I said my good byes to my 2 children, I heard on TV that one of the towers had been hit. My jaw dropped as I heard the bus take my kids to school. I thought to myself what a horrible accident. With not much time for settling thoughts I stared at the TV as I watched a second plane hit the other tower. My heart sank. Tears flowed. I was afraid. I knew then we were being attacked. I'm not even sure if I sat down or remained standing. Neighbors came out to check on one another. Some looked at the sky making sure our base wasn't about to get hit. My phone began to ring. Events were taking place on TV that I only thought would be nightmare as I slept. Within an half hour of sending the kids off, the school called. They said we only had a small gap to pick up our children. They said we need to show 2 types of ID and bring them straight home as we waited for word. I didn't waste any time going to get them. As I did I watched our once peaceful base turn to a prison of Marines and their families locked on to the base with no place to go. The children and I sat in front of the TV as we heard there was a 3rd plane out there; missing.

My ex-husband was training Marines in the 54 area at that time. He called me and said, " Lisa, we heard, keep the kids with you our training has stopped and we're being attacked". Those words stood still in my mind. I watched as the people jumped of out the towers. I watched as tragedy took place all over the world. People stared at their TV from one screen into another. People running in the streets. Blood on the faces of Americans. Shocked neighbors as we tried to cope with knowing we would be going to war. I sat as watched our president receive the news in classroom full of children. Gravity bringing the towers to ground zero. I watched as thousands of people lost their lives that day.

Nothing but my children mattered at that moment. I even thought to myself, my daddy; he's gone. Had my dad been here right now to see this it would have broke his heart. He's okay where he's at. He must be. God took him before he watched this take place. I couldn't help but to cry for those who were losing their loved ones. My dad had only been gone 10 months. The reality of losing him still had not settled in. How would these people cope? Theirs was different. They watched it happen and could do nothing to stop it. So many thoughts ran through my head. I thought of a friend who lived in New York. Was she okay? Could I call her and be able to say hello, knowing that she wasn't close to where this took place. Our men and women who served at the time. They were about to face war. Some just turning 18 while others closing the book to their final days of an active duty service member. What were they thinking? What are my children about to face? OMGosh! we have 2 incinerators in our own back yard. Were we about to become the next victims of these peoples madness?

At some point they found the plane that was missing. I watched in awe as suddenly the TV turned it's focus on this plane that hit land with no living passengers. The third one I believe it was. Or maybe the 4th. I can't remember if the pentagon was before it. Either way we lost more lives that day. We were in a war. My (ex) husband was about to leave his children....

I recall crying out to God that day. Why was this taking place? Were those people saved? Did people reach out to them to teach them of Jesus' love? Did they have a personal relationship with our Lord and Savior? We went to Sattleback Church at the time. What was going to become of the world we lived in? Were we in the last days? The people that I love, were they saved?

This was surreal. How could this be? I had never thought in my wildest dreams that I would be alive to see something like this happen to us; Americans. My daughter only 5 saw as lives came to a halt. People being turned upside down from so much dust that covered downtown that day. Could they ever remember it as I will, I asked myself.

It's funny, not really, but think about it? So many people came to their knees that day. Asking for forgiveness, wanting answers, crying to Jesus, looking for salvation, asking the Lord to protect those that lost their loved ones. For one reason or another we gathered together from household to household, stranger to stranger, church to church, and prayed. I don't recall a time in my life where the churches were filled beyond their capacity.

We face tragedy each day, some worse then others. We may not face it like we did that day, but we do. As that day taught us we can never know when we'll face something like this again. Why do we sit still and do nothing when everything around us keeps going? Why do we face relationships and not time take a moment to show them who God really is? What if you could reach out to one person and that person meets the Lord the next day. You have allowed yourself to give them a gift that comes with no price. The price was already paid for us. Jesus shed his blood so that we may have eternal life. Why do we feel shame when talking to others about the one who can change who we are inside and out?

For those who don't know Jesus. Now is your time. You are a witness to that day. You saw how in fact things can change. Can you guarantee that you would have eternal life if you died today? If you have children, wouldn't you want them to know about a powerful, loving, forgiving, God. Even when we're overcomed by darkness he will still be there to pull us out of the storm. He never intends to leave nor forsake us. It's a promise to us. The shortest scripture in the bible says "Jesus wept". He cried for us, you and I. Not for himself but for us, just like he did when he took all our sins to the cross with him. Every single sin that we have done and will do he took it with him some 2000 years ago. Isn't it small enough to ask that we believe in him and ask forgiveness. My question to you, would you die for thousands of people even before they were born? He did. For both you and I. He knew you before he bore you. It's never too late. No matter what you've done he'll forgive you. He's that awesome. He's always at arms reach all you have to do is extend yours and cry out to him. He's ready; are you?

Change of plans.

My husbands flight got bumped and he won't be home till tomorrow afternoon....