“My Throat is Hurting” Nov. 5, 2010
For a while now there has been something about Hope that I am having a hard time figuring out. Sometimes, when we're eating dinner, driving in the car, or even randomly at different times of the day she will start crying or whining and say, "My throat is hurting..." Sometimes it seems genuine, and sometimes it seems like an excuse. This has been going on, more or less, for several months now. Sometimes when this happens it appears that she has a stomach ache or that she needs to have a bowel movement. Other times there doesn't seem to be anything obviously wrong, other than her comment that her throat is hurting.
Is there anyone who has had something like this happen? She eats okay for an almost three year old. She's gaining weight. She doesn't have any chronic illness or anything. Other than this comment, and the crying and whining that accompany it, she is a healthy girl. If you have any advice to give me, other than going to a doctor, please let me know.
“Finding Out” April 13, 2010
Is there anyone who has had something like this happen? She eats okay for an almost three year old. She's gaining weight. She doesn't have any chronic illness or anything. Other than this comment, and the crying and whining that accompany it, she is a healthy girl. If you have any advice to give me, other than going to a doctor, please let me know.
“Finding Out” April 13, 2010
Next Monday will (probably) be our last ultrasound for this baby. The baby will be a little over 23 weeks at the time the ultrasound is performed, so finding out the gender of this baby could be possible if the little one is not modest. I have always wanted to remain ignorant of the gender of this baby until it is born, as I did with Hope.
When Hope was born, I pulled her up onto my chest and was holding her while she was wiped off and suctioned, but nobody had looked to see what gender she was. All of sudden I realized I didn't know if she were a boy or a girl and I asked Robbie. Robbie looked and announced to the whole room that we had a girl. It was so fun for him to be able to do that.
So, with this baby we are wanting a surprise as well. But other people are less excited about being surprised. So, I've been thinking about how they could know, but we be left clueless. I am thinking that we might have the ultrasound tech look for us, and not tell us, but write it down on a piece of paper and seal it in an envelope. Then we can give that to the main person who wants to know, and that person can keep it a secret from us until we find out for ourselves. But do I really want someone else to know the gender of my baby before I know? I don't know how I feel about that.
Any opinions on this? I know that I do want to be surprised, so I'm not interested in opinions about me finding out the gender. I am interested in opinions about whether I should let someone else know before me.
Hypochondriacal Tendencies
When Hope was born, I pulled her up onto my chest and was holding her while she was wiped off and suctioned, but nobody had looked to see what gender she was. All of sudden I realized I didn't know if she were a boy or a girl and I asked Robbie. Robbie looked and announced to the whole room that we had a girl. It was so fun for him to be able to do that.
So, with this baby we are wanting a surprise as well. But other people are less excited about being surprised. So, I've been thinking about how they could know, but we be left clueless. I am thinking that we might have the ultrasound tech look for us, and not tell us, but write it down on a piece of paper and seal it in an envelope. Then we can give that to the main person who wants to know, and that person can keep it a secret from us until we find out for ourselves. But do I really want someone else to know the gender of my baby before I know? I don't know how I feel about that.
Any opinions on this? I know that I do want to be surprised, so I'm not interested in opinions about me finding out the gender. I am interested in opinions about whether I should let someone else know before me.
Hypochondriacal Tendencies
I'm not sure that "hypochondriacal" is actually a word, but I must admit that I do have a tendency to be somewhat of a hypochondriac. Throughout my life I have thought that I had different maladies and diseases. I remember once, when I was about 11, reading a story about a boy who received a bad blood transfusion and developed HIV/AIDS. The story talked about the different symptoms and that night when I went to bed, I thought I was having some of them. I got up and went and told my dad I thought I must have AIDS. (Yes, you can laugh at my eleven year old self:)
Just today I discovered that my belly button has changed. Now, most people will say, oh that's because you're pregnant. First of all, though, I am not showing so much that my belly button should be sticking out already. Second of all, my belly button only flattened out with Hope, there was no big outie, just a very flat belly button.
So, having the hypochondriacal tendencies that I have, and knowing how my pregnant stomach looked before, I have come to the conclusion that I have an umbilical hernia. I have felt umbilical hernias before, several babies I know have had them. My belly button feels very similar. There is no pain and it is very small, but I have been thinking about it all evening.
Now, although I may have hypochondriacal tendencies, I am not one to go to the doctor or take medication frequently. I dislike medication very much, and only take medication as a very last measure. So, now that I have this umbilical hernia (which I must have had all my life and it's just gone unnoticed until now), am I going to do anything about it? No. Unless of course there are complications associated with it, which at this point there are not.
Why am I writing all of this out? Well, partly for myself. It is disconcerting to come home from work, sleep for four hours, wake up and look at yourself and discover that your belly button has mysteriously morphed from what it was before. I need to get it out. Unfortunately, hernias do not repair themselves, so my belly button is changed forever. I guess this is just part of the changes of motherhood. So, I will live with this change gladly, and wear my new belly button as another badge of being a mother.
More Extensive List of Baby Names
Just today I discovered that my belly button has changed. Now, most people will say, oh that's because you're pregnant. First of all, though, I am not showing so much that my belly button should be sticking out already. Second of all, my belly button only flattened out with Hope, there was no big outie, just a very flat belly button.
So, having the hypochondriacal tendencies that I have, and knowing how my pregnant stomach looked before, I have come to the conclusion that I have an umbilical hernia. I have felt umbilical hernias before, several babies I know have had them. My belly button feels very similar. There is no pain and it is very small, but I have been thinking about it all evening.
Now, although I may have hypochondriacal tendencies, I am not one to go to the doctor or take medication frequently. I dislike medication very much, and only take medication as a very last measure. So, now that I have this umbilical hernia (which I must have had all my life and it's just gone unnoticed until now), am I going to do anything about it? No. Unless of course there are complications associated with it, which at this point there are not.
Why am I writing all of this out? Well, partly for myself. It is disconcerting to come home from work, sleep for four hours, wake up and look at yourself and discover that your belly button has mysteriously morphed from what it was before. I need to get it out. Unfortunately, hernias do not repair themselves, so my belly button is changed forever. I guess this is just part of the changes of motherhood. So, I will live with this change gladly, and wear my new belly button as another badge of being a mother.
More Extensive List of Baby Names
Okay, here is a more extensive list of baby names that I have looked through and like. Some of them would be better as middle names. Some of them I have put numbers by with 1 being my favorite of either M or F names.
Ardyce (F middle name)
Arwyn (Arwen) (F)
Adah (F)
#1. Asher (M): can't use it but I love it.
#4. Cherith (F)
Cherish (F)
Enoch (M)
Ezra (M)
#4. Heath (M)
Hosea (M)
#2. Isaac (M)
#3. Ivy (F)
Jared (M)
Joshua (M)
Josiah (M)
Oliver (M)
#2. Raene (F)
#3. Reid (M)
River (M)
Ryan (M)
Simon (M)
Tobias (M)
Vesper (F)
Willow (F)
#1. Wren (F)
Wyatt (M)
Ardyce (F middle name)
Arwyn (Arwen) (F)
Adah (F)
#1. Asher (M): can't use it but I love it.
#4. Cherith (F)
Cherish (F)
Enoch (M)
Ezra (M)
#4. Heath (M)
Hosea (M)
#2. Isaac (M)
#3. Ivy (F)
Jared (M)
Joshua (M)
Josiah (M)
Oliver (M)
#2. Raene (F)
#3. Reid (M)
River (M)
Ryan (M)
Simon (M)
Tobias (M)
Vesper (F)
Willow (F)
#1. Wren (F)
Wyatt (M)
Please feel free to comment and critique :) Also, this list is subject to change
This Pregnancy So Far
I'm putting a disclaimer at the beginning of this for those who might see this post and wonder what it's about, if you are not interested in hearing about anything relating to pregnancy, if you don't desire to read about mixed feelings, fear, and the issues that arise from being pregnant after suffering a miscarriage, then please don't read further. For the rest of you who are interested, please read on.
My previous note about Invisible Loss dealt with the grieving process that I was going through at that time. This note kind of deals with the aftermath of miscarriage and the scars that are left behind. Just a sidenote for those who read that note, I never did name that baby. I think I'll wait and let the Lord tell me his name when we get to heaven.
I miscarried on September 17. The "professionals" say to wait at least three months before trying again, but I found out I was pregnant again on December 11. So it hadn't even been two months before this new baby was conceived.
Right from the beginning of this pregnancy there has been much fear and anxiety. Several episodes of bleeding and spotting have not helped my peace of mind, one episode actually put me in the hospital. That was in early February.
I haven't really been thinking about this baby very much. I know that probably sounds awful, but I think part of me has wanted some distance, just in case... Now, though, this little life is beginning to make itself noticed, through my growing belly and the fluttering and strengthening kicks that I am feeling. It's more difficult to not think about. And now I find myself starting to feel something for this tiny being. I'm starting to really feel connected to this baby and that makes it even harder to know that even now it could be snatched away in the blink of an eye.
Earlier on, I worried that the baby's heart would stop beating. When we had an ultrasound and saw the heart beating, I breathed a sigh of relief. But without having a Doppler duct-taped to my abdomen 24/7, I still worried that at some point that little heart would just stop and I wouldn't even know it.
Now that I am feeling the baby move, more and more every day, I feel so much better. Every time I feel a little flutter or kick I know that right now the baby is doing well. I am so thankful to the Lord for this sign of life and health.
One thing I didn't realize, but that I am experiencing with this pregnancy, is that Braxton-Hicks contractions start earlier after your first pregnancy. I actually didn't realize that's what I was experiencing until a couple days ago, but it is possible, and I'm glad to know that it's not something to worry about in a subsequent pregnancy.
At this point I am not as worried as I was earlier on. I'm so glad that this baby seems to be thriving at this point. Each little nudge and flutter reassure me of that. Praise God for little miracles!
Baby Names Etc.
My previous note about Invisible Loss dealt with the grieving process that I was going through at that time. This note kind of deals with the aftermath of miscarriage and the scars that are left behind. Just a sidenote for those who read that note, I never did name that baby. I think I'll wait and let the Lord tell me his name when we get to heaven.
I miscarried on September 17. The "professionals" say to wait at least three months before trying again, but I found out I was pregnant again on December 11. So it hadn't even been two months before this new baby was conceived.
Right from the beginning of this pregnancy there has been much fear and anxiety. Several episodes of bleeding and spotting have not helped my peace of mind, one episode actually put me in the hospital. That was in early February.
I haven't really been thinking about this baby very much. I know that probably sounds awful, but I think part of me has wanted some distance, just in case... Now, though, this little life is beginning to make itself noticed, through my growing belly and the fluttering and strengthening kicks that I am feeling. It's more difficult to not think about. And now I find myself starting to feel something for this tiny being. I'm starting to really feel connected to this baby and that makes it even harder to know that even now it could be snatched away in the blink of an eye.
Earlier on, I worried that the baby's heart would stop beating. When we had an ultrasound and saw the heart beating, I breathed a sigh of relief. But without having a Doppler duct-taped to my abdomen 24/7, I still worried that at some point that little heart would just stop and I wouldn't even know it.
Now that I am feeling the baby move, more and more every day, I feel so much better. Every time I feel a little flutter or kick I know that right now the baby is doing well. I am so thankful to the Lord for this sign of life and health.
One thing I didn't realize, but that I am experiencing with this pregnancy, is that Braxton-Hicks contractions start earlier after your first pregnancy. I actually didn't realize that's what I was experiencing until a couple days ago, but it is possible, and I'm glad to know that it's not something to worry about in a subsequent pregnancy.
At this point I am not as worried as I was earlier on. I'm so glad that this baby seems to be thriving at this point. Each little nudge and flutter reassure me of that. Praise God for little miracles!
Baby Names Etc.
Well, so far I have not really been thinking about baby names. Occasionally I'll think about the lack of baby name thoughts, and try to think about them for a little bit, but I haven't really been interested in baby names so far. I have some favorite names of course, but I haven't come up with lists of boys and girls names and gone through and crossed them off with Robbie and circled the ones we both like. So, right now I am going to take some time and make a list of boys and girls names, for my sake as well as for any interested people out there. Please feel free to comment. Also, I can't think of any good middle names that start with vowels, so please give me your input...
Girl Names:
Raene
Haven
Joy
Grace
Boy Names:
Honor
Heath
Desmond
Jude
Of course, these lists are not complete. These are my top choices right now. Here are some names that we will not be naming this child (that were found on a baby name website).
Homobono
Hummer
Humvee
What I'm wondering is WHO named their child any of these?
Catching Up on Life, November 24, 2008:
I just felt that I haven't written a blog in a very long time. So, I decided to write one. Robbie and I have been very busy lately. Robbie is still working as a teacher at the same school. I am still working as a night-shift nurse in Cleveland. We're also trying to support raise for our project in Thailand. There is so much to do and training for us as missionaries starts next May or June. So, it doesn't give us much time to build a support team. We've had small successes. The pastor at one church said that we can come and do a presentation there, which we are very thankful for. Another pastor at a much larger church said that we would only be able to present at prayer meeting but we thank the Lord for that opportunity as well.
One thing that we are dedicated to right now is paying off my student loans and just this last week I received back my promissory note from Union College with "Paid in Full" written on it. That was a great feeling, being a little more free from debt.
Hope Asher is growing so fast. She is taking steps by herself, but not fully walking. She still uses crawling as her main mode of transportation. But she is really getting her balance and she looks so proud of herself with each step she takes. She has five teeth now, also. And she has a vocabulary of about six or seven words. She says daddy, mommy, baby, bear, ball, diaper, kitty and doggy. I guess that's eight. She gives kisses and high fives. She raises her hands above her head when asked how big she is. She sometimes blows kisses. When we start singing "This Little Light of Mine" she starts waving her little index finger along with the song. She's a very smart little girl. We just love her to pieces.
Enough bragging (and blogging) for now...
Taking My Boards and Having Bad Dreams, February 25, 2008:
For all of you that might be interested, I am sitting for my state boards for nursing licensure tomorrow morning at eight o'clock. I am supposed to be studying right now but the computer that I am on will not allow me to use the CD that I need to use to study. I have the book with me so after I am done writing this I am going to go study for a little while and then feed Hope. She's sleeping in her carseat right beside me right now. She's such a little trooper, and a wonderful baby. I just love her to pieces.
Speaking of Hope, I find it strange because I keep on having bad dreams about her. The other night I had a dream that I had ringworm all over me and that I couldn't touch Hope or hold her because I would transmit it to her. Then, last night I had a really bad headache when I went to sleep and I had the worst dream yet.
I dreamed that I took Hope with me to visit a friend at her house. Hope was in her carseat and I set her on floor on the downstairs level of the house. I went upstairs and saw that there were several mean looking motorcycle dudes surrounding the house and about to break in. My friend and her family had all disappeared and it was only Hope and I in the house at that point. Suddenly I heard a kitten meowing loudly and I ran downstairs. When I looked in Hope's carseat, there was a kitten scratching Hope and biting her all over her face. Hope couldn't move or anything and all I heard her say was, "Goo." It was so pathetic. I rushed over and grabbed her out of her carseat and her eyes and face were all messed up because of what the kitten had done. I woke up right about then, kind of crying to myself.
The only reason that I can think of that I would have bad dreams and especially dreams about Hope is that I am with Hope all day and I love her so much and want to protect her from all that is bad in the world and I am sure that I won't be able to.
Anyway, this is my blog for today. Please pray that I will do well when I take my boards tomorrow morning. Love you all.
The Little Bird, August 23, 2007:
Girl Names:
Raene
Haven
Joy
Grace
Boy Names:
Honor
Heath
Desmond
Jude
Of course, these lists are not complete. These are my top choices right now. Here are some names that we will not be naming this child (that were found on a baby name website).
Homobono
Hummer
Humvee
What I'm wondering is WHO named their child any of these?
Catching Up on Life, November 24, 2008:
I just felt that I haven't written a blog in a very long time. So, I decided to write one. Robbie and I have been very busy lately. Robbie is still working as a teacher at the same school. I am still working as a night-shift nurse in Cleveland. We're also trying to support raise for our project in Thailand. There is so much to do and training for us as missionaries starts next May or June. So, it doesn't give us much time to build a support team. We've had small successes. The pastor at one church said that we can come and do a presentation there, which we are very thankful for. Another pastor at a much larger church said that we would only be able to present at prayer meeting but we thank the Lord for that opportunity as well.
One thing that we are dedicated to right now is paying off my student loans and just this last week I received back my promissory note from Union College with "Paid in Full" written on it. That was a great feeling, being a little more free from debt.
Hope Asher is growing so fast. She is taking steps by herself, but not fully walking. She still uses crawling as her main mode of transportation. But she is really getting her balance and she looks so proud of herself with each step she takes. She has five teeth now, also. And she has a vocabulary of about six or seven words. She says daddy, mommy, baby, bear, ball, diaper, kitty and doggy. I guess that's eight. She gives kisses and high fives. She raises her hands above her head when asked how big she is. She sometimes blows kisses. When we start singing "This Little Light of Mine" she starts waving her little index finger along with the song. She's a very smart little girl. We just love her to pieces.
Enough bragging (and blogging) for now...
Taking My Boards and Having Bad Dreams, February 25, 2008:
For all of you that might be interested, I am sitting for my state boards for nursing licensure tomorrow morning at eight o'clock. I am supposed to be studying right now but the computer that I am on will not allow me to use the CD that I need to use to study. I have the book with me so after I am done writing this I am going to go study for a little while and then feed Hope. She's sleeping in her carseat right beside me right now. She's such a little trooper, and a wonderful baby. I just love her to pieces.
Speaking of Hope, I find it strange because I keep on having bad dreams about her. The other night I had a dream that I had ringworm all over me and that I couldn't touch Hope or hold her because I would transmit it to her. Then, last night I had a really bad headache when I went to sleep and I had the worst dream yet.
I dreamed that I took Hope with me to visit a friend at her house. Hope was in her carseat and I set her on floor on the downstairs level of the house. I went upstairs and saw that there were several mean looking motorcycle dudes surrounding the house and about to break in. My friend and her family had all disappeared and it was only Hope and I in the house at that point. Suddenly I heard a kitten meowing loudly and I ran downstairs. When I looked in Hope's carseat, there was a kitten scratching Hope and biting her all over her face. Hope couldn't move or anything and all I heard her say was, "Goo." It was so pathetic. I rushed over and grabbed her out of her carseat and her eyes and face were all messed up because of what the kitten had done. I woke up right about then, kind of crying to myself.
The only reason that I can think of that I would have bad dreams and especially dreams about Hope is that I am with Hope all day and I love her so much and want to protect her from all that is bad in the world and I am sure that I won't be able to.
Anyway, this is my blog for today. Please pray that I will do well when I take my boards tomorrow morning. Love you all.
The Little Bird, August 23, 2007:
I rescued a little bird three days ago. It's a little mourning dove, I believe. It appeared to be in shock, as it didn't move when I nudged it with my foot. The little bird was sitting on the railroad tracks when I first drove by and noticed it there. I parked my car and walked back to where it sat. I picked it up and put it in the grass a little way from the railroad tracks. But as I was walking back to my car, I thought that it probably would die sitting there in the grass with no shade and no water. So, I drove back to it again, picked it up and took it home.
Once I got it home, I decided it could not stay inside. So, I made a little spot for it outside in the shade with some water and food. By the end of the first day it seemed to be doing a little better. The second day found the little bird moving around in it's cage more and more, and appearing more alert. Yesterday, I took the makeshift cover off of the little bird's cage and it fluttered its wings and even flew a couple of feet. I thought, well, it's doing very well. I'll wait one more day and make sure it can get away quickly before I release it.
I checked on the little bird this morning and it was resting peacefully in its cage. I went back inside for about three hours, and when I came back outside I was planning on letting the little bird go. To my dismay when I looked in the cage I found that the little bird's head was all bloody (especially it's right eye, which was hidden under a swollen mass of bloody tissue), and it's right wing seemed to be disjointed. I assume that one of the cats that frequent the area around our house tried to get the little bird.
I immediately went into action to make a better, safer place for the little bird while I was gone from the house today. I put the little bird in a box in the entryway to our house with some water and food. I don't think it will feel like flying today so I left the top of the box open. I'm afraid that it will end up dying now, and I know it is my fault. I should have let it go this morning, when I first went outside (although it was still asleep). I should have checked on the little bird every hour to see that it was still doing okay. I should have protected the little bird better from any cat attacks.
Before I left my house I said a prayer for the little bird. I know that the Lord cares more for this little bird than I do. And I care so much for this little bird. The Bible talks about birds and how God sees when sparrow falls. I know that He cares about the little things in life, as much as He cares for the huge problems that we face. I know that even if this little bird does not survive today, that God cares and that His heart will break with mine. And that helps give me some comfort.
Once I got it home, I decided it could not stay inside. So, I made a little spot for it outside in the shade with some water and food. By the end of the first day it seemed to be doing a little better. The second day found the little bird moving around in it's cage more and more, and appearing more alert. Yesterday, I took the makeshift cover off of the little bird's cage and it fluttered its wings and even flew a couple of feet. I thought, well, it's doing very well. I'll wait one more day and make sure it can get away quickly before I release it.
I checked on the little bird this morning and it was resting peacefully in its cage. I went back inside for about three hours, and when I came back outside I was planning on letting the little bird go. To my dismay when I looked in the cage I found that the little bird's head was all bloody (especially it's right eye, which was hidden under a swollen mass of bloody tissue), and it's right wing seemed to be disjointed. I assume that one of the cats that frequent the area around our house tried to get the little bird.
I immediately went into action to make a better, safer place for the little bird while I was gone from the house today. I put the little bird in a box in the entryway to our house with some water and food. I don't think it will feel like flying today so I left the top of the box open. I'm afraid that it will end up dying now, and I know it is my fault. I should have let it go this morning, when I first went outside (although it was still asleep). I should have checked on the little bird every hour to see that it was still doing okay. I should have protected the little bird better from any cat attacks.
Before I left my house I said a prayer for the little bird. I know that the Lord cares more for this little bird than I do. And I care so much for this little bird. The Bible talks about birds and how God sees when sparrow falls. I know that He cares about the little things in life, as much as He cares for the huge problems that we face. I know that even if this little bird does not survive today, that God cares and that His heart will break with mine. And that helps give me some comfort.
The Elevator, April 9, 2007:
A couple nights ago I had a very weird dream. I think it was because we ate not too long before going to bed. Well, I was in a hospital working as a nurse. I went to get on the elevator and the way to get on the elevator was to go into this 'elevator room'. In the elevator room there were several platforms, one at each level. The whole room seemed to be the elevator shaft and you could look up and see the different levels and their platforms. The elevator itself was just this little flat machine that you stepped onto (not into) and it would carry you to the level you wanted to go to. Well, I stepped onto this thing and it started to take me down and it carried me so far down that it started to get dark. I started to wonder if I was still in the hospital. The tunnel that the elevator was taking me throught turned sideways, although I didn't fall off (which I probably should have). It was pitch black by then and I had no clue where the elevator was taking me. And then I woke up.
Don't you love dreams like that?
Eulogy to a Miracle, February 28, 2007:
I realized while writing about Spring Break that I really do have something to write about. It's about something that took place yesterday. So, here goes...
Most of you probably don't know anything about my car, Miracle. Believe me, this car fit its name well. I bought her for $500 two summers ago. She was the first car that I ever bought on my own and had the title in my name. Miracle was a Volkswagon Fox, light blue with two doors. She had some quirks about her, but that's something you'd expect of an '88 Volkswagon that only cost $500, right?
Well, Miracle served me well. I definitely got my money's worth out of her. I drove her from Idaho all the way to Tennessee, back to Utah and then to Tennessee again. Plus, I drove her around while I've been at Southern. Miracle is one of the things that brought Robbie and I together. He needed a car to work on for his auto repair class and Miracle needed some work so I volunteered my car for him to use. That was one thing that helped us become friends and become interested in each other.
Yesterday, Miracle died. Not just engine-wise, but as a car. She is no longer a car, but a heap of scrap metal. We took her to the scrap yard, took off the gas tank and removed the battery. Then a man came in his forklift (it looked so little) and it picked up Miracle and carried her on to the scale where Miracle was weighed. As it was taking Miracle off of the scale, it slammed her against a pole. I felt so bad for the little car.
Anyways, we scrapped my car and got 130 dollars out of her. It was kind of a sad experience, but I'm sure I'll survive. And I was able to take some pictures to remind me of the first car I ever owned.
Everyday Stuff, September 25, 2007:
I feel like writing a blog here. It won't be anything extraordinary or something that needs kudos or even just a comment. Life seems to be full of the mundane and everyday sorts of happenings. What I would hate to see happen is a loss of love for the spontaneous. Schedules and duties tend to rule out any chance of having adventure. We must create those opportunities for exploring beyond our comfortable routines and find unique outlets for our energies.
I was trying to sound all philosophical and I think it worked for a little while but then I became bored by it. So, now I'm just going to write as I would in my journal. You're welcome to read my mind's meanderings if you feel like it.
I just have realized how routine my life has become. I feel that I am an adventurous type person and I would like to have more opportunities for that in my life. But school has consumed most of my free time and what free time I do have is spent at home cooking and cleaning and spending time with my husband (who I love very much, but who is worn out at the end of the day). So there is no time for fun, exciting escapades.
Sometimes we do go for a motorskooter ride in the country. That is something I would highly recommend. It clears the mind and helps to refocus the thoughts on the creator of this world.
There is more to life than school and work and cooking and cleaning. I want to be a part of the things that are truly what life is about. I pray that all of us would want to be part of those things that truly bring meaning and fulfillment to our hearts and souls.
