Looking at my little baby ticker over to the right today lets me know there are only 100 days left until my official due date. I imagine the baby will come after Sept. 14, however. My friend Stanny-poo is pulling for a baby on his birthday, the 13th. Any other guesses?
Two more weeks 'till the ultrasound, and we are really hoping the baby is more cooperative this time. I am feeling some relief from several factors - my belt arrived fromthe Mars Rover New Zealand yesterday, and I'm still taking one Vicodin at night before bed. However, I'm convinced that the most relief has come from the occasional Aleve that I've taken. My doctor told me that it was not ideal, but it was okay to take Aleve until 28 weeks. I'm not sure what happens in the 24 hours between 27 and 28 weeks that transforms Aleve from a drug whose benefits may outweigh the risks into a drug that may cause birth defects. But I'm certain that the anti-inflammatory part helped the acute symptoms and now it's more under control. It still hurts, but I'm not crying when I get up or turn over or sit anymore.
I've spent the last 24 hours attempting to recover from what will go down in history as the worst youth group event of all time - a disastrous lock-in Wednesday night. Here are just some of the things that went on: an iPod got stolen, and the one kid who seemed the most suspicious snuck out and left at 5:30am, before bags were searched (ALL the other kids happily submitted to search of bags and pockets); kids sneaking out to smoke; food belonging to other church groups being eaten out of the fridge and freezer; outside doors being propped open for their friends to come and go; the snack room looked like a pack of raccoons were set loose in it; and on and on and on. Virtually all of these offenses were committed not by my regular youth group attendees, but by the friends and friends of friends they had invited. My group of kids are for the most part totally awesome, but man, do they have some rude peers. And I had to be somewhat alert all night so I couldn't take my medicine. THANK GOD my (paid this year - woohoo!) summer intern Matt was there. [Chad - I kept picturing that thing you'd do when the youth would pull crap: your eyeglasses would get tossed onto a nearby surface, your head would go down into your hands and while grabbing your face you'd groan and grimace with rage as you resisted the urge to throw them headfirst off the balcony and crush their skulls - all with the love of the Holy Spirit, of course.]
Two more weeks 'till the ultrasound, and we are really hoping the baby is more cooperative this time. I am feeling some relief from several factors - my belt arrived from
I've spent the last 24 hours attempting to recover from what will go down in history as the worst youth group event of all time - a disastrous lock-in Wednesday night. Here are just some of the things that went on: an iPod got stolen, and the one kid who seemed the most suspicious snuck out and left at 5:30am, before bags were searched (ALL the other kids happily submitted to search of bags and pockets); kids sneaking out to smoke; food belonging to other church groups being eaten out of the fridge and freezer; outside doors being propped open for their friends to come and go; the snack room looked like a pack of raccoons were set loose in it; and on and on and on. Virtually all of these offenses were committed not by my regular youth group attendees, but by the friends and friends of friends they had invited. My group of kids are for the most part totally awesome, but man, do they have some rude peers. And I had to be somewhat alert all night so I couldn't take my medicine. THANK GOD my (paid this year - woohoo!) summer intern Matt was there. [Chad - I kept picturing that thing you'd do when the youth would pull crap: your eyeglasses would get tossed onto a nearby surface, your head would go down into your hands and while grabbing your face you'd groan and grimace with rage as you resisted the urge to throw them headfirst off the balcony and crush their skulls - all with the love of the Holy Spirit, of course.]
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I can't believe we have 100 days to go. Soooo exciting! As for an actual arrival date, I have no ideas, but am wondering the same for myself. Hmm...
I'm really glad you're getting some relief from the pelvic pain, though I too am confused as to what switch flips overnight to turn it into a BAD DRUG when you hit 28 weeks. At least you have 2 more weeks to go. And maybe by then the belt will have started giving some relief to offset the loss of the Aleve.
My brother recently stepped down as a youth minister, and my brother in law (before graduating seminary) was also in that line of work, AND one of my husband's best friends has been a youth minister for over ten years....so I've heard all the horror stories of what can go wrong at a lock-in. While I loved teaching middle school and truly do enjoy that age group, I was so happy NOT to know much about what went on in their lives outside of school. I'm not sure I could handle that kind of behavior.
Maresi, when I was a young boy I used to watch (with a devotion young boys usually reserve for memorizing dinosaur names) The Incredible Hulk on television. You surely recall how easy it was for him to mind his own business and stay out of trouble. Somehow or other, in each new town, the local ruffians would surround him and harass him at the lumber mill or the corner tavern. Pushed to the breaking point, he exploded into chrolophyllic Lou Ferrigno, breaking bones with mere grrrrrowls. Sometimes, I've wished (don't we all at certain times?) that my irises turned ash white while my face was buried in my fists, and all disobedient, disrespectful youngsters melted in fear and resignation, staving off the full transformation at the last possible moment.
Anyways, I pray your next town treats you nicer. God bless, Mrs. Banner.
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