Joy in the Journey

I've renamed my blog to Joy in the Journey. It's very fitting for my life right now. It's also a great song by one of my favorite Christian artists. I've posted the video and I hope you like it. :)

The Beginning of the End?

Well, as you can guess or at least see, this blog has become about me and my new journey following Christ. In the last year, especially that last 7 months, my way of thinking and seeing the world has completely changed. Yes, I grew up in church but my eyes weren't truly opened until last year. (You can read about that in my other posts, if you haven't already and are interested.)

Let me start by saying this... When I was younger, my dad would always tell me that Jesus could come back in his lifetime, but truly believed he'd come back in mine. This has stuck with me ever since. I've wrestled with and put off this post for fear of what some might say or think of me. But if I don't do things because of fear, then how can the Lord ever use me for his work? I've even been scared to admit how much I've changed, even though it's for the better. People expect you to be one way and then all of the sudden, your different. Some definitely don't want to hear about how you're a Christian now, and love and worship God. I've decided that I no longer want to stay lukewarm but be proud of what I've become and where I'm headed. No worries, though, I won't hit you over the head with a Bible. :)

I do believe Jesus' coming is soon. When? I don't know but the signs are there. As a whole, we've completely turned our backs on God. We have no love for our fellow man. There is no common sense and common decency or courtesy anymore. (Okay, so that's not in the Bible but it's one of my gripes and, I think, a valid point.) There are more and more devastating catastrophes every week. Everyone wants equality, yet Christians are being persecuted. People are hurting and suffering. I believe World War III is inevitable. Yes, these things have happened throughout the ages but how much longer will He protect us when we've completely turned our backs on him...

The good news is He loves you more than you'll ever know (I can't stress this enough)! When we get to Heaven, we'll know the full extent of His love and glory. It's going to be wonderful but we have to know him here first. We have to return the love and follow His will for our lives. All he wants is a relationship with us and for us to believe, love and know His Son. The ONLY way into heaven is THROUGH Jesus. It doesn't matter how good we are, works won't get us into heaven. Every single person is full of sin and, well, not good. It's through Jesus that that sin is pardoned.

"For it is by Grace you have been saved, through faith- and this not from yourselves, it is the gift of God- not by works, so that no one can boast."
~Ephesians 2:8-10


I say all of this because there are so many that I love that aren't saved. They don't know what it's like to feel the love of God and to have that security of knowing where they will spend eternity. My preacher brought up a good question today. How often do you think about eternity? With all that's going on in our personal lives and in the world, I bet hardly at all, if ever. We are only here for a small fraction of time and I believe that time is running out. I'll finish with this saying that I heard from another preacher. Just something to think about...

"For Christians, this world is as close to hell as they will ever get. For the lost, it is as close to heaven as they will ever get."

Faith grows even as time flies...

I must start by saying that I hate to come up with titles. They always seem sooooo cheesy! As cheesy as it is, I hope it sums this blog up okay. Anyway, it's been awhile but I have formulated many blogs in my mind, I just haven't had the time to actually type them. Life seems to get busier and time really seems to fly with each passing second. I can't really complain, though. Life is going pretty good right now.

We recently got rid of our DirectTV (which I loved), so that's been an adjustment. We will be able to get local channels and such, when we get a converter box and the required cables but again, time... and money (or lack there of). Again, I can't really complain too much. This has given us more time with the boys and each other. Also, we haven finally gotten our money's worth out of our Netflix subscription.

With the tv-free time, I've been able to read a little bit more. I'm currently in the middle of the book of Daniel (in the Bible, of course) and also, When Christ Comes by Max Lucado. The man speaks on my level. Both of these have spoken to my heart so much. The faith and trust that Daniel had, as well as Shadrach, Meshach and Abednego. From the three men being thrown into the fiery furnance and Daniel into the lion's den, they trusted God and his will. I often feel as if I don't have enough faith. I can't imagine having enough to face hungry lions but them I'm reminded of this verse:

He replied, "Because you have so little faith. I tell you the truth, if you have faith as small as a mustard seed, you can say to this mountain, 'Move from here to there' and it will move. Nothing will be impossible for you." ~Matthew 17:20


So, I pray and have faith that my faith will continue to grow. And isn't it awesome to know that Jesus prays for us.

Who is he that condemns? Christ Jesus, who died--more than that, who was raised to life--is at the right hand of God and is also interceding for us. ~Romans 8:34

My Turn around

Well, it looks like I'm having another late night with this blog. I hope this doesn't become a habit. I sure hope I make sense and don't run this thing all over the place. It's late, I'm tired and very hungry. That doesn't make for good focusing. However, I can't sleep and I feel the Lord has laid this upon my heart to share. My first blog back was pretty much my testimony. This one is about the start of this new journey. I haven't shared this first part with anyone, except maybe my mom and husband.

Back in April, a young man died in a tragic car accident. It's every parents worst nightmare. He was barely twenty and his mother's only son. I babysat him for a summer, way back when, and his family is dear to my heart and many others. It was, and still, such a heartbreaking time for so many.

During his funeral, we heard many funny and wonderful stories about his life. But something that stuck with me the most was how he would pray over his meals, even at work, by himself. It was such a quick and simple part of his life, but what a witness it was. I've never really done that, much less teach my child to do that. His parents instilled in him a love for God and it was evident in him taking the time to thank God for a simple thing as lunch. This got the conviction ball rolling in me. Casey and I had been saying we needed to get back into church. I even said something to the extent of "I know where I stand and where I'm gonna go, but we need to do it for the kids". (Don't I feel arrogant and stupid because little did I know what the Holy Spirit had in store for me...)

I knew I wasn't setting the example for my kids. How could I expect them to love God when I wasn't showing them how to love and obey him myself? So from that point, we decided to get back into church. It was kind of a slow process but we encouraged each other and felt the love that was in our church and haven't been the same since! :) Dylan was saved this summer and I just pray that God keeps his hand on him and he continues to grow in faith and love for the Lord. And for Deacon, as well. I was saved in October and Casey re-dedicated his life. I truly feel our family is now on the right track and I believe the Lord used that young man's life and his family to help me see what I was missing and get my family where we needed to be. I hope and pray that my family can be a witness for the Lord, like they were for us.

Thank goodness God allows u-turns. They're called mercy and grace.

A New Beginning.

I haven't blogged in awhile. This could be a long one, so I'm just gonna jump right into it.

I can't sleep tonight. I've got a lot on my mind, but, surprisingly, it's good things. I think I'm going to take this blog in a new direction. I'll (try) to update with what my family and I are doing, but really, we are pretty boring. Honestly, I'm not sure where I'll take this blog or where it will take me, but we're both willing participants. Okay, so much for just jumping right in. I'm going to start out with my testimony.

I gave my life to Jesus on October 18,2009. I was shocked! Let me back up and give a little background info. I was born in Hot Springs, AR. I've pretty much been in church (on and off) all of my life. We started out Presbyterian, then switched to Baptist, when I was around 6 or 7. At the age of 8, during vacation Bible school, I repeated a prayer that our preacher said and got saved. I was baptized the following Sunday. Now, at the age of 8, I really didn't know what I was doing. I knew it was the right thing to do but had no understanding of what being saved really was.

When I was 11, we moved to Alabama. Hated it but that's another story and lifetime ago. My parents found us a warm and loving church here. I was about 12 or 13 and like most Sundays, the preacher asked "if you were to die today, do you know where you would go?". I panicked. I didn't want to go to hell. At this point, I realized that I didn't understand much at 8 and that I need to go up and get saved. So I went, I got baptized again.

Skip ahead 14 years or so, and we have October 2009. I'm at the same church, although I'd been to a couple different ones between then and now. (You always find your way back home.) The preacher who baptized me for the second time is back as our temporary preacher, until we call a new one. He is preaching a series on what every Christian should know. One thing every Christian should know is if he or she is TRULY saved. That sermon knocked the wind out of me like no other. I was shocked! That still, small voice they talk about was moving and thunderous. I thought my heart was going to beat out of my chest. I was shaking, sweating and tears were filling my eyes. When the invitation was given, I didn't really know what to do. I'd been baptized twice, surely it stuck one of those times. I went to go down the alter but another family had gone up to join the church. This, unfortunately, gave me the opportunity to change my mind about going up and gave my pride a chance to sink in.

I fought this for two weeks. It never left my mind and it felt like I had a knot the size of Texas in my stomach. I tried to justify my salvation and convince myself that I was indeed saved. I even went up to rededicate my life. I thought that would give me peace... it didn't. That night, I was lying in bed and it felt like a boulder fell on me. I knew that I was lost. I'd never truly given my life to the Lord. I went up, again, the next Sunday and I gave it all to Him. I was also baptized for a third time. :) Y'all, I couldn't ignore him any longer and I am so thankful he didn't give up on me! He WILL get your attention. He got mine!

My wish and HOPE is that everyone I know can feel the joy, love and peace that I feel. I've always believed in Jesus, that he is our Savior and that he loved us, but there is a big difference in believing with your head and with your heart. For whatever reason, that connection was broken, until recently. Now, my eyes have been opened to His love and to so many amazing things and I haven't even scratched the surface, which is truly exciting!

Does this mean that I don't have bad days? Of course not! I had one today but knowing that the Lord is right there with me and that He truly cares for me and loves me, makes things not seem so bad. I recover much easier. Does this mean I don't sin? Definitely not! I'm still going to sin and on a daily, if not hourly, basis. But, I should keep a short account of my sins. I'm learning, and I'll share more about this on a later post, that when we are saved, we have two natures. One being our old nature and the new being Jesus. It is an everyday decision to let Jesus lead you and not your old nature. It's a constant battle but I'm sure I'll write more about that later (this is getting super long). God's love, grace and mercy is so amazing. I'm not sure we will fully understand just how amazing until he comes back for us (which I believe is very soon)!

I hope that whoever reads this continues to read this and follows my journey. We all need love and support. If you aren't saved or aren't sure, I hope you will search your heart and consider all that Jesus sacrificed for us. It's a precious gift and the best that you could ever receive. And what better time, then when our Savior was born.

Romans 5:8-9 (New International Version)

8But God demonstrates his own love for us in this: While we were still sinners, Christ died for us.

9Since we have now been justified by his blood, how much more shall we be saved from God's wrath through him!

Gravity Wave

This is a video of a gravity wave. We had it happen in our area and it caused lots of wind and there were numerous trees knocked down. I seriously thought that our big pine tree was gonna come down but thankfully there was no damage here. I think the video is pretty amazing.

Bedtime Prayer, Storms

Tonight, I was lying in bed with Dylan and we were saying our prayers. I always say mine first, just so he can get an idea of what to say. This is what he prayed tonight:

"Dear heavenly father, thank you for letting momma lay with me, forget us our sins and bad things are bad things. Amen."

I thought is was funny and cute, maybe because I'm his mom.

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Today, we had some pretty bad storms come through. My babies were at my mom's and Casey, Cory and I were at Smokey's. We heard on the radio that there was a tornado on the ground just a few miles outside of town, headed our way. We had been kinda slow up until this point. As soon as the tornado sirens went off, we got super busy. Now, I'm usually not the kind to turn away business, but it was hailing (sp?) and the wind was a-blowin'. It was not pretty outside. I couldn't believe people were out in that mess. Of course, I guess it could be said that our food is just that good. People will brave a tornado for our food.

A new perspective

You must be thinking "oh my gosh, she blogged", or maybe not but that's okay. This weekend, I went to a funeral for a young man that was taken way before his time. His family is very dear to me and my family. We used to live down the street from them, went to church with them and one summer I babysat him. It's just so heartbreaking. There were a lot of things said this weekend that has really stuck with me and I can't seem to get them out of my head. I am a Christian, though not the kind I should be, and I don't often talk about my beliefs, at least not on here. I suppose it hasn't really come up, but something a preacher said this weekend keeps playing over and over again in my head. For some reason, I feel it's important to share. It's a simple truth but I think it's pretty powerful. I hope I haven't built it up too much. So before I do, here it is:

"For Christians, this world is as close to hell as they will ever get. For the lost, it is as close to heaven as they will ever get."

Just something to think about.

Baby Deacon Part 1

Ok, so this is way late but I thought I'd try to get some blogging done and tell y'all about baby Deacon. So let's start with the day he was born.

I had to be at the hospital at 5 am and was told to shower before I came, so I was up at 3 am. I was pretty calm and not really nervous or even excited (I kinda felt bad about that) but that would soon change. At 4:15, Casey and I headed out for the hospital. When we were about five minutes from our destination, Faith Hill's new Christmas song, "A Child Changes Everything" came on. I thought it was pretty appropriate and, of course, teared up.

We arrive at the hospital on time and sit in the waiting room until almost 6:00. I didn't think I was ever going to be taken to my room. We get back there and they start preparing me. I had my main nurse and there was another one helping her. They both looked younger than me, which kinda felt weird. Anyway, the helper nurse was doing my IV and I don't have luck with those and didn't on this day either. She had to remove her first attempt and moved it to my hand. I couldn't help but cry. I hate needles as it is and it really did hurt but you could tell she felt bad. Once she had it in, she left and I never saw her again.

Soon, my doctor was coming in and we had our little chat. He asked me one question though that kind of threw me off. He asked (in a very serious tone) "What are we here for this morning?". Ummm... "to get this baby out" I said, unsure of what exactly he wanted. I felt like this was some kind of test. It was as if he was making sure I was psychologically ready to have this baby. I was and even if I wasn't, he was going to anyway!

Long story short, the surgery went just fine. It was a little scarier this time since I wasn't drugged up like I was with Dylan. I was scheduled to have surgery at 7 am and Deacon was born 7:04. I can't believe how fast it was. Once they reached the baby, all I heard was "wow, what a big head" over and over. Guess it was a good thing I had a c-section. He weighed 8 lbs 9 oz and was 20 1/2 inches. He was a big boy. He was perfect and beautiful. I (of course) fell instantly in love.

DT's big boy room

With the coming of a new baby brother, we thought it would be a good time to give DT his own big boy room. He, of course, wanted it painted red. We've been working hard this weekend to get it ready for him by his birthday and we were able to finish it today. Here are some before and after pictures.

Before:










This was once the man room...










even though it had this awful wallpaper on the walls.

In progress:










Notice how the crappy wallpaper is bubbling up. This was quite a disappointment. Why didn't we take the wallpaper down, you might ask. Well, I'll give you the shortest version I can. As we were taking down even uglier wallpaper in our bedroom and bathroom, we realized the idiots that put it on didn't prepare the walls or size them or whatever the term is. They just slapped the stuff up on the sheet rock. When you take wallpaper off of sheet rock, it takes chunks of sheet rock with it it. It took a lot of mud and sanding to get our walls to look half way decent, and I mean half way. We didn't want to go through that again, so we thought the best thing would be to paint of the stuff... and it bubbled. By this point, we don't care. There is nothing we can do and we'll just cover it good and let the next owners deal with it. :)

After:











The red turned out a little different than I thought it would but still looks good and my boy loves it. That's all that matters.

Spasms, Baby, Smokey C's

Spasm is such a funny word. It looks funny and sounds funny but I'm here to tell you it doesn't feel funny! Monday morning, I was getting ready in the bathroom, so I could take DT to school and all of the sudden I had a sharp pain in the lower, middle part of my back. It took me by surprise b/c I was just standing there rubbing lotion on my belly. I was still in pain but went ahead and took DT to school. Getting into the car was no fun but I made it in. Unfortunately I adjusted when I got in there and the pain worsened. I, of course, started to cry like a baby b/c it hurt like hell and I knew I was going to have a very hard time getting out of my car. Once I got to the school and out of the car, I stiffly walked Dylan to class. His teacher and another 4 year old teacher were in the hall talking and knew something was wrong. I told them what happened, still crying, and DT's teacher said she wouldn't let me drive and took me to mom's house.
Long story short (it could be a lot longer)... I had to go to my doctor and he said I was having back spasms. I was thinking 'That's it?! Back spasms?' b/c it felt way more serious than that. These things felt like they were breaking my body in half. I've never felt so much pain in my life. The doc wrote me a prescription, which he told me would be Darvocet (spelling?) and I was almost giddy b/c I thought I'd be in la-la land while getting to rest on the couch for a few days. Let's just say the medicine has most definitely helped but it wasn't anything thing like I thought it would be. It made me a little drowsy, that's it. Dang!
The doc also went ahead and checked to make sure I wasn't in labor and I haven't softened or thinned AT ALL but the baby's head is real low. Doesn't matter anyway... you know, with the whole c-section thing and all.

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Speaking of baby :), I had another doc's appt. today to get an ultrasound and test. They couldn't do everything Monday . Deacon looks like he is going to be a big boy. They say, as far a weight goes, that he is about a week ahead of time. He measured about 6 lbs and 14 oz. This is at 36 weeks. When Dylan was born, which was at about 40 weeks, he weighed 7 lbs and 4oz. Babies gain about a 1/2 an ounce each week from 36 weeks on. SO, since he his already almost 7 lbs now, he could weigh over 8 lbs at birth. Again, doesn't matter much anyway b/c of the whole c-section thing. I weighed 8 lbs and 15 oz when I was born. He must get it from his momma.

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I haven't said much about Smokey's lately. We have been blessed once again. Smokey's has done pretty good, especially since we opened in such a crappy economic time, but there have been slow times. Well, now things are really picking up. We had and have several big catering jobs and we've had a lot of orders to cook people's turkeys for Thanksgiving. We are seeing lots of new customers and still seeing lots of our repeat customers. We have a lot to be thankful for this year!

Sunday Post

Here we are at 35 weeks... only 4 weeks and 2 days left. I had a doctor's appt. this past Thursday and everything is going good. He said all of my numbers look good. I'm so glad too. At this stage of pregnancy with Dylan, I was beginning to be warned about my weight and blood pressure. I've tried pretty hard to keep those numbers good this time around. The only thing about this visit was I didn't get to see my normal doctor. He has moved to Madison and I won't see him until delivery day. I'm not big on change, especially with something so private as an OBGYN doctor.

Last night, I started having contractions with light menstrual-like cramps. Casey was asleep on the couch, so I started to time them myself, just to see. They were about 8 minutes apart but never got stronger or closer together. I finally gave up and went to sleep, figuring that if it was real labor, it would eventually wake up. Sure enough, I made it until morning. It was probably just my indigestion, which I seem to suffer with on a daily basis now.

A Happy Birthday & A Barack Roll

Happy Birthday to the best sis-in-law ever! Hope you have a great day... love ya!




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Here is a video I thought was worth sharing. I stole it off of someone else's blog and like them, I'm not trying to make a political statement or anything like that. I just thought it was funny! I love the whole "Rick Rolled" thing anyway. Enjoy!

Halloween and the Blahs

Halloween was great this year. I'm really too tired to go into great detail. It was bigger and better than years past and we had A LOT of people come to our haunted house. Here are some pictures:


This was the haunted house crew. From left to right: Bloody victim- Heather, Leatherface- Michael T., chainsaw monster- Ken, big-headed monster- Ben, Jason- Casey, Michael Myers- Michael B., and then our guide Bo. We had three others but they left earlier.




If you can see him, this is Dylan in his Mr. Dude (the grim reaper) costume. We've always called the big blow up thing Mr. Dude so DT wouldn't be scared of him... it worked. Dylan wanted to be a bleeding skeleton this year but I thought that might be just a little much for a 4 year old, so we went with this instead.




We went to a costume party Saturday night and had a great time too. I took my camera w/ me did left the memory card at home. I love Halloween but am so glad it's over.

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Well, we only have 5 weeks until Deacon will be here and I am so ready, though our house still isn't. We will be starting that this weekend... fun! I'm getting to that wonderful point in pregnancy where you feel tired, uncomfortable and just HUGE all of the time. I may post a picture later but I'm not feeling too cute today. I had one of those loud, nosey mom's tell me today that I am just keep getting bigger and bigger and that everything looks like it starting to swell. Thanks. That's just what I wanted to hear, especially since I had just scarfed down a double cheese burger and medium fry from greasy-as-hell Wendy's. I've noticed I've become moody and emotional again too. I left the restaurant early Saturday and cried all the way home. I had no reason but it sure felt good. I must be such a joy to be around.

Catching up...

Sorry, it's been a long time. I get on here to post and then just lose the desire. Not much has been going on anyway. Here are a few things:

1. We had Dylan's b-day party early this year b/c I knew I wouldn't have the energy later on. It was a great party. Fun was had by all. Here are a few pictures.















I love Luke's expression in this picture.

















2. This past Thursday, I went with Dylan on his first field trip. We were both pretty excited. You know how field trips become such a big deal. We went to the pumpkin patch and it was kind of a disappointment. The kids had fun and that is all that matters. Here are a few pics of that too.







I can never get a serious picture out of him.








Dylan's teacher and class... look at all of those boys! I don't know how she does it.







I think this was the kid's favorite part. All of us moms sat there and cringed b/c they were covered in dirt when it was all said and done, but you've just got to let them have fun sometimes.






Dylan with his pumpkin. It wasn't even an actual pumpkin patch. They just sat these bumpy pumpkins out on this dirt patch for the kids to go pick out. It took maybe 30 seconds to get one. It was kind of buddy (haven't used that word in a long time but it fits).







3. I've had two doctor's visits I think, since the last time I blogged. Deacon is arriving December 9th, unless he decides to come earlier. All of my numbers look good and I'll have one more ultrasound at 36 weeks. I still look in the mirror and can't believe I am pregnant, much less 6 weeks away from having a new baby. Needless to say, I'm ready.

Birthdays

I went to the doctor today and everything looks great. We got to schedule my c-section... baby Deacon will be here December 9th. That is exactly one week after Dylan's birthday. I can't believe it is already that close but I'm ready, although the house isn't. Casey isn't in denial but it just hasn't hit him yet. I guess it's that way for daddies, since they aren't carrying the extra weight that happens to move at anytime of the day and occasionally gets the hiccups.

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Since Deacon is due so close to Dylan's birthday, I decided to throw his birthday party this weekend. I knew I'd be too tired to handle that in December and besides, we can still have it outside this time of year. We are going to have it at a beautiful park by the river. It should be fun.

Well, that's pretty much it. Hope y'all have a great weekend.

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Yay! Today I got a new, old dryer. A BIG thanks to Kitten and Bill who gave us their old dryer. I put that sucker to use immediately. I hope I don't over work it. We've been without a dryer for over a month now and I couldn't wait to wash some clothes. I don't know which is more sad... getting excited about washing clothes or not knowing where to start b/c there are so many that need to be washed. I do dread folding and putting them away, however.

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I'm huge now but Mimi, I can still touch my toes. :)

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My friend Christi, who I've know quite literally all my life, is pregnant for a 5th time but has lost two babies due to rare diseases. She went to the doctor today and found out this baby seems healthy and it's a boy! We've been praying pretty hard. Still praying pretty hard...

It's actually kind of neat, the two girls I've know all of my life are pregnant the same time I am. We were all born in the same neighborhood and played together. Two of us are having boys and the other, a girl. We all still keep in touch.

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Go ask your mother.

Yesterday, while Dylan was riding his bike, the girl from across the street came over. I had an old Auburn shirt on and it wasn't a maternity shirt, so it was pretty tight across my belly. It was obvious she hadn't been around many pregnant bellies b/c she kept staring at it. I asked her if she would like to feel the baby move if I could wake him up. At first, she was a little hesitant (she's 7) but then became almost annoying about it. From the start, the baby wasn't having it. I tried everything to get him to move. He would move every now and then and finally she got to feel him kick. Good thing too b/c I was getting tired of her shaking and poking my belly, which she had seen me do.

After that, the questions started coming, for example: "can you walk when your pregnant?", "are you going to get bigger than you already are?", "how do you wear clothes when your that big?", ect. While most questions centered around how big I was, I knew what was coming... "how do babies come out?". So I told her the truth, at least about my situation... that I would have surgery to have the baby. They'd cut me open, ect. I hoped to get away with that but didn't. She asked " well how do they get out when you don't have surgery?". It would have been funny to scare her but I just told her to "go ask you mother".

3D/4D ultrasound continued...

Ok y'all... I know this is all kinds of messed up but I hope you can see them. I used my scanner for only the second time tonight and am not sure if this will work out or not.

He still wasn't cooperating very well but we were able to see him better. He kept both of his hands up by his face and wouldn't turn towards us anymore. Matter of fact, he wouldn't hardly move for us no matter how hard we tried. Tonight, however, he is VERY active.

The first picture (if you can even see it) is of Deacon smiling. It was so amazing to be able to see that. The ultrasound technician couldn't quite capture the full smile but we were lucky enough to get what we got.

The second picture is of him yawning. It was so cute and again, amazing.

The last two pictures are the best ones we could get of his face. At least in these ultrasound photos, he looks like DT.

If these don't work out, I'm sure my dad can figure something out.

3D/4D ultrasound...

I just got back from my 3D/4D ultrasound and, of course, Deacon was facing my spine! It's been that kind of day. No one seems to be in a good mood, I was emotional and both my boys were being difficult. While getting prepared for the ultrasound, the technician had two pretty empty bottles of jell and tried squirting it on my belly. It pretty much splattered everywhere but my belly, mostly my face. She kept yawning the whole time too. Come on! Shouldn't everyone be excited about this wonderful moment? Seems not... not even the baby cooperated. I got back on Thursday for my glucose test (yum) and they are going to check again. If it doesn't work then, I go back next Tuesday. I'll be keeping my fingers crossed, especially since it costs a pretty penny.

To be continued...