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Thursday, April 5th, 2007

After a few days of monitoring my rising blood pressure, dealing with headaches & swollen feet, and seeing signs of preeclampsia, my doctor feels as though it’s best to induce labor tonight. Two weeks early.

So, I am off to the hospital at 6pm. We should have a Baby Bergey soon! Please pray that Daniel and I will lean on the Lord for our strength during this time and also pray that I don’t crush his hand, throw things, or streak naked through the hospital.

Well, I can pretty much guarantee you that the last one isn’t going to happen. But you never know. Prayer is needed. 🙂 Either way you look at it.

almost done baking.

Tuesday, March 20th, 2007

And a month later, I realize that I’ve taken an apparent hiatus from writing. You would think in between cramming oranges in my mouth (the new craving) and sleep I could find sometime to write. Something tells me that the next few months might be sparse, as well. Reality will possibly be in the form of a tiny little baby who prefers for me to feed and diaper him instead of surfing on the web. Gasp! Poor Drew doesn’t know the geeky family he’s about to be born into.

My doctor says I’m hovering between 37 and 38 weeks. She isn’t up to changing my due date from the 18th because “after all, babies don’t really come on their due dates.” Therefore, I’m attempting to finish packing my bag this evening and hopefully we’ll be ready if Drew decides he’d like to visit The Outside sooner than we think.

drew bump.

Thursday, March 15th, 2007

drew bump

almost week thirty.

Wednesday, February 7th, 2007

Since I am already a mommy, I suppose it is normal to want to write about my child. Even though he is tiny, swimming, and currently kicking my ribs. But I know that some of you are probably annoyed by pregnancy/mother posts or worse, you are grossed out by anything that mentions nursing, giving birth, contractions or AMNIOTIC SAC! I do realize that I could instead talk about lollipops, daydreaming, and how I would love to have a large glass of apple juice right now.

But since I have zero lollipops, and daydreaming is best right after you wake up (when the morning sun is still streaming across the bed and you are telling yourself that everyone else in the world is able to get up – so you really have no excuse), and the apple juice in the fridge is liable to make me drunk, I will instead talk about my baby.

Last night was a rough night. The pain I fought well into the wee hours of the morning was enough to make Daniel and I nervous about whether the baby was okay. We did a quick check of my symptoms online and decided I needed to make a doctor’s appointment this morning.

Thankfully, everything seems to be okay at the moment. My doctor suggested a few things to help me in the coming weeks: continue to drink enormous amounts of water (dehydration is a nightmare in and of itself but to go through it while pregnant is apparently a pain nigh unto death), invest in some sort of back/stomach support because the pressure of the baby is really killing my lower stomach and back, and to really try to stay off of my feet. My blood pressure is still behaving well, I’ve only gained 8 pounds in my total pregnancy (that seems very wrong when I type it but she keeps assuring me that I’m just “all baby”), and my heartburn isn’t nearly as bad as it has been. Because I am hypoglycemic, there was some early concern about whether I’d have gestational diabetes but after going through 3 horrid tests, all my results have come back well and apparently my body knows how to do its job.

But after coming back home and pondering the 10 weeks I have left, I am left hoping and praying that all goes well. I do not want to take it for granted that everything is alright at the moment. And as I sat eating my 6th oreo cookie, I realized that I have really slipped up on my healthy eating in the past two weeks. And since little Drew still needs NUTRIENTS and not SUGAR (although I really can’t wait to give him an oreo cookie and see the delight in his sugary glazed eyes), I’ve decided to get back on the healthy menu I first chose when I discovered I was expecting a baby.

But at some point in life, I would like to have another cheeseburger from Chili’s, please. PLEASE.

with a babe inside.

Friday, December 15th, 2006

About two weeks ago, Daniel and I have found out we are having a boy. Needless to say, we are excited, happy, and also overwhelmed as the weeks move closer to April. But as these days swirl by, I am mostly somber at the responsibility of raising a child.

Before we found out the sex of our baby, I often heard the question, “so do you want a girl or a boy?” Honestly, neither Daniel nor I were that set on one or the other. And so we tended to give the expected answer of “we just want to have a happy, healthy baby.” But that answer troubled me. Is it really my place to tell God that I will only be happy if He sends us a perfectly healthy baby? What if His plan is for something more dramatic and possibly includes long hospital stays, surgeries, or things we dare not mention? Will I trust those possibilities to Him? It has been many days that I have paced the floor with my hand on my stomach, tears on my cheeks, and secretly praying that God would give us the strength and grace for whatever amazing journey He is about to send us on. If the Lord does give us a healthy baby boy, then praise His name. But if He chooses to send us a little boy whose physical needs are overwhelming, then I will praise His name too. This next chapter is truly one that only the Lord knows.

I suppose as the days draw closer to Christmas, my mind has lingered on the Christmas story almost daily. While working on a Christmas concert at church, I have spent much time contemplating the Christmas story from each of the different character’s points of view. And of course, being pregnant, I keep finding myself focusing on Mary during these days. While searching for some good Christmas music, I ran across this familiar song that echo’s what Mary must have been feeling as a normal, average woman called to be apart of something so Grand and Glorious.

I have traveled many moonless nights,
Cold and weary with a babe inside,
And I wonder what I’ve done.
Holy father you have come,
And chosen me now to carry your son.

I am waiting in a silent prayer.
I am frightened by the load I bear.
In a world as cold as stone,
Must I walk this path alone?
Be with me now.
Be with me now.

Do you wonder as you watch my face,
If a wiser one should have had my place,
But I offer all I am
For the mercy of your plan
Help me be strong.
Help me be.
Help me.

Breath of Heaven

I love the question, “do you wonder as you watch my face if a wiser one should have had my place”? Respectfully, I know I am not carrying the Christ child but I find myself asking the same question in my heart. Does the Lord really know what He’s doing in giving me the opportunity to raise a child? Am I capable? What about all the mistakes I’ve made? The ones I’m still scrambling through? How can I teach a young boy and see him grow into a young man? I feel somewhat helpless but I find myself whispering the same prayer of the song. Be with me now. Help me be strong. Help me be. Help me.

And as this journey continues, I will pray for the little one I carry and for all that the Lord has for him. I am looking forward to April when I will finally hold little Andrew Paul Bergey in my arms. Little Drew.