- Waking up at 4 am and staring at the ceiling, tossing and turning and mind racing...
- Finally getting up at 5:55 am and eating left overs from Subway...
- Watching NBA highlights at 6:15 am....
- Falling back asleep at 6:30 am...
- Dragging out of bed at 7:50 am to start work.....
Showing posts with label pregnancy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label pregnancy. Show all posts
- Dizziness
- Extreme fatigue at times
- Icky flatulence which causes one to purchase Gax X...:-(
- Sore sore boobs
- Uncalled for irritability at times...
Fortunate Side Affect of Pregnancy.....
- My beautiful little baby in a few months...:-)
I had my second trimester ultrasound yesterday and I was smitten with my little baby. I saw him/her sucking their finger, crossing their legs and leaning their hand against their face. The ultra sound technician commented that we had a "busy body" in there because he/she kept moving and squirming. I was in love. The experience was all the more wonderful because Yahoshua was able to see this miracle of life on screen. Everything looked good and we wait patiently for his or her spectacular arrival.
I was grateful to learn that physically all appears to be going well with our baby. It's a blessing to know that our child appears to be developing well with no apparent abnormalities or hiccups. God is good.
What the ultrasound couldn't tell me is who this baby will be. What kind of personality will they have? Will they be introverted or a social butterfly? What will they like and dislike? Will they be stubborn? Will they love to learn? Will they be easy to raise? Will they love hard? Will they believe in marriage and family? What will move them to tears? What will their purpose be in life? Is this our next great leader?
The ultrasound can't predict who my unborn child will be. The great unfolding of life will show us that. As parents it will be up to us to groom this baby to be of good character, to have confidence and to love the Creator and love his family. We have to instill a love of reading in him/her and expose them to their cultural heritage. We have to teach them about the world at large and how they fit in. It will be up to my husband and me to teach them that they have a purpose in this life and to help them find that purpose.
The ultrasound couldn't show us what the Creator can and that's the most important....
I was grateful to learn that physically all appears to be going well with our baby. It's a blessing to know that our child appears to be developing well with no apparent abnormalities or hiccups. God is good.
What the ultrasound couldn't tell me is who this baby will be. What kind of personality will they have? Will they be introverted or a social butterfly? What will they like and dislike? Will they be stubborn? Will they love to learn? Will they be easy to raise? Will they love hard? Will they believe in marriage and family? What will move them to tears? What will their purpose be in life? Is this our next great leader?
The ultrasound can't predict who my unborn child will be. The great unfolding of life will show us that. As parents it will be up to us to groom this baby to be of good character, to have confidence and to love the Creator and love his family. We have to instill a love of reading in him/her and expose them to their cultural heritage. We have to teach them about the world at large and how they fit in. It will be up to my husband and me to teach them that they have a purpose in this life and to help them find that purpose.
The ultrasound couldn't show us what the Creator can and that's the most important....
I awoke this morning with the bible verse....create in me a clean heart and renew a right spirit within me....resonating in my thoughts. It was my first thought when I opened my eyes.
This verse is extra special to me right now as I carry Plus One. Everything that my son or daughter is experiencing is through me. Their taste, sounds, and most importantly thoughts and emotions are colored by the landscape of what I'm feeling and thinking. If my thoughts arent' pure and my temple is toxic I am creating that same environment for them. It is up to me to continue to create the purest environment for him or her to grow. It doesn't matter how many juicy fruits I eat and how much spring water I drink if my thoughts are full of junk. It's as important that I'm feeding him or her good energy.
So I ask the Creator this morning to create in me a clean heart...renew a right spirit within me..so that I may follow what is good and righteous and may provide my child a healthy start in life....
This verse is extra special to me right now as I carry Plus One. Everything that my son or daughter is experiencing is through me. Their taste, sounds, and most importantly thoughts and emotions are colored by the landscape of what I'm feeling and thinking. If my thoughts arent' pure and my temple is toxic I am creating that same environment for them. It is up to me to continue to create the purest environment for him or her to grow. It doesn't matter how many juicy fruits I eat and how much spring water I drink if my thoughts are full of junk. It's as important that I'm feeding him or her good energy.
So I ask the Creator this morning to create in me a clean heart...renew a right spirit within me..so that I may follow what is good and righteous and may provide my child a healthy start in life....
We aren't finding out the gender of our baby until the day of delivery. I wanted it to be an super suprise....I wanted to hear those words..you have a beautiful.......boy! or girl! When people ask if I have a preference I always say no. My standard response is..I want a healthy, happy, juicy, perfectly developed child. And I mean that. But...do I have a preference?
Years ago I'd daydream of having a daughter. I imagined I'd name her Zion and she'd be chocolate and beautiful and I'd dress her in rainbow colored tights and butterfly shirts. I'd color her room in shades of pink and she'd be my little doll baby to groom. And my reasons for having a daughter started and ended right there. There wasn't any more depth to it.
As my son, Yums, continues to grow up I find myself saying that I wouldn't mind having a house full of boys. I love the mother/son connection and in my opinion raising my boy has been pretty easy. Granted we've visited hospitals on a number of occasions for various bumps and bruises; and he's certainly had his share of playing in school and finding video games extremely more interesting than books! But all in all, he's been a good kid.
So sometimes when I'm quiet and alone in my thoughts I believe that I really wouldn't mind if this little person growing inside of me is another boy but then I wonder about my other reasons for not necessarily wanting a girl.
The truth of the matter is, there is so much more involved in the raising and grooming of a daughter than the way she looks and the color pink. Of course, it would be fun to play dress up with an infant daughter but what happens when she starts to grow up? I wonder, am I capable of raising a daughter for more than the superficial reasons? Can I handle the responsibility that is involved in shaping a nation. And that's what it is...
If I have a daughter I will be raising a nation.
That goes way beyond what she looks like and what she wears. That involves ongoing lessons about self esteem, character, discipline, love, spirituality, culture and so much more. These are the same lessons that I teach my son but I realize that as I teach my daughter these very same lessons she will pass them down through her own teaching when she becomes a mother. What I give her will shape who she is and whose she is. Will she be a part of this world or will she know she's a part of a higher, spiritual realm that demands more?
The weighty responsibility of raising a girl is on my mind. There are certain issues that I still face as an African American woman and I wonder..how will I not pass down those same fears...those insecurities and doubts? Will I be capable of teaching her that she is so much more than the standards the world sets up for women...for Black women?
As I contemplate the fact that I may have a queen being developed deep within me, I trust that I am capable to give her what she needs. I know that she won't just be my pretty little girl but the next great teacher that will raise a nation long after I'm gone.
And I know I'm preparing for that...
Years ago I'd daydream of having a daughter. I imagined I'd name her Zion and she'd be chocolate and beautiful and I'd dress her in rainbow colored tights and butterfly shirts. I'd color her room in shades of pink and she'd be my little doll baby to groom. And my reasons for having a daughter started and ended right there. There wasn't any more depth to it.
As my son, Yums, continues to grow up I find myself saying that I wouldn't mind having a house full of boys. I love the mother/son connection and in my opinion raising my boy has been pretty easy. Granted we've visited hospitals on a number of occasions for various bumps and bruises; and he's certainly had his share of playing in school and finding video games extremely more interesting than books! But all in all, he's been a good kid.
So sometimes when I'm quiet and alone in my thoughts I believe that I really wouldn't mind if this little person growing inside of me is another boy but then I wonder about my other reasons for not necessarily wanting a girl.
The truth of the matter is, there is so much more involved in the raising and grooming of a daughter than the way she looks and the color pink. Of course, it would be fun to play dress up with an infant daughter but what happens when she starts to grow up? I wonder, am I capable of raising a daughter for more than the superficial reasons? Can I handle the responsibility that is involved in shaping a nation. And that's what it is...
If I have a daughter I will be raising a nation.
That goes way beyond what she looks like and what she wears. That involves ongoing lessons about self esteem, character, discipline, love, spirituality, culture and so much more. These are the same lessons that I teach my son but I realize that as I teach my daughter these very same lessons she will pass them down through her own teaching when she becomes a mother. What I give her will shape who she is and whose she is. Will she be a part of this world or will she know she's a part of a higher, spiritual realm that demands more?
The weighty responsibility of raising a girl is on my mind. There are certain issues that I still face as an African American woman and I wonder..how will I not pass down those same fears...those insecurities and doubts? Will I be capable of teaching her that she is so much more than the standards the world sets up for women...for Black women?
As I contemplate the fact that I may have a queen being developed deep within me, I trust that I am capable to give her what she needs. I know that she won't just be my pretty little girl but the next great teacher that will raise a nation long after I'm gone.
And I know I'm preparing for that...
he still tries to get close at night even though pregnancy has made you embarrassingly flatulent.....
you look down and you can't see your va jay jay...
Plus 1. That's the nickname for our little baby. We call our three children the SKY team {Safi, Kemet, Yahoshua} and this baby makes..plus one. Cute, right?
So in the last 17 weeks my life has been quite interesting....my appetite has been up and down and my cravings have ranged from the most healthy snacks to a random assortment of preservatives and additives..in other words..junk!
The first few weeks I couldn't get enough french fries, grilled cheese and strawberrypeachpineapple soda. Oh my goodness! I usually don't even drink the stuff but me and Fanta had a deep rooted love affair for a while. And the vegetarian in me was on some preadolescence..turbulent teen..rebellious stage. Now, to set the record straight, I did not indulge in any meat but Lord how I wanted to. My desires..my lustful wants ranged everywhere from a Nathan's hot dog..which I've never had..to pepperoni..which I've never had..to a big ole juicy hamburger..which I've also never had. Do you see a particular theme? I craved all the meats that even in my days of carnivorism [i know that's not a word!], I didn't indulge in...Weird.
Just the other day we were eating at a restaurant and my son was devouring a plate of hot buffalo wings [which I've never had...]. The smell overpowered me. It took everything in me and the restraint of my husband not to leap over the table and devour the entire plate...I could see myself..on the table [of course] ingesting as quickly as possible every single piece of chicken that was on that plate. My son laughed at me when I told him both he and the chicken were in big trouble. He then suggested I try some. When I told him that I didn't eat a piece of meat when I was preggers with him he politely reminded me that that's why he has various birthmarks on his body shaped like chicken wings...
This little baby is something else.
But luckily my most recent obsession has been for mangoes, watermelon, kiwi's, sparkling water and almost anything with lemon in it.
Overall, I'm starting to feel a lot more like myself. I'm less cranky and irritable [unless I don't eat] and I'm really enjoying my belly starting to poke out. It's cute and the hubby can't seem to get enough of it...
So in the last 17 weeks my life has been quite interesting....my appetite has been up and down and my cravings have ranged from the most healthy snacks to a random assortment of preservatives and additives..in other words..junk!
The first few weeks I couldn't get enough french fries, grilled cheese and strawberrypeachpineapple soda. Oh my goodness! I usually don't even drink the stuff but me and Fanta had a deep rooted love affair for a while. And the vegetarian in me was on some preadolescence..turbulent teen..rebellious stage. Now, to set the record straight, I did not indulge in any meat but Lord how I wanted to. My desires..my lustful wants ranged everywhere from a Nathan's hot dog..which I've never had..to pepperoni..which I've never had..to a big ole juicy hamburger..which I've also never had. Do you see a particular theme? I craved all the meats that even in my days of carnivorism [i know that's not a word!], I didn't indulge in...Weird.
Just the other day we were eating at a restaurant and my son was devouring a plate of hot buffalo wings [which I've never had...]. The smell overpowered me. It took everything in me and the restraint of my husband not to leap over the table and devour the entire plate...I could see myself..on the table [of course] ingesting as quickly as possible every single piece of chicken that was on that plate. My son laughed at me when I told him both he and the chicken were in big trouble. He then suggested I try some. When I told him that I didn't eat a piece of meat when I was preggers with him he politely reminded me that that's why he has various birthmarks on his body shaped like chicken wings...
This little baby is something else.
But luckily my most recent obsession has been for mangoes, watermelon, kiwi's, sparkling water and almost anything with lemon in it.
Overall, I'm starting to feel a lot more like myself. I'm less cranky and irritable [unless I don't eat] and I'm really enjoying my belly starting to poke out. It's cute and the hubby can't seem to get enough of it...
9 weeks and counting. Our little one is the size of a grape at this point. I'm slightly in awe of how something so small can create such a frenzy! Approximately one hour after I've eaten my breakfast I swear I've had nothing to eat! I graze all day on grapes and strawberries, caramel cake and anything salty and crispy. My emotions run rampant, slightly like an escaped mental health patient. One moment I'm cool and at peace; the next I'm contemplating how to smash something. I'm moody and cranky and if this disposition doesn't change I may possibly give birth to....the next great MMA fighter!
My creativity has been sucked dry and I'd rather sleep or lay around than do..just about anything. To say the least, these last few weeks have been...fun.
My husband has the patience of a saint or a secret stash ofweed xanax somewhere...
But in all the madness of this moment..all the change and ups and downs I couldn't be happier. Really. Understanding that I'm in a hormonal whirlwind because of Life. My body is adjusting and adapting and changing every moment of every day. This is an exciting and memorable period for us and I anticipate hungrily what the next step will bring.
Till then I'll eat andsnarl smile; complain read and exercise; love and be loved.....
My creativity has been sucked dry and I'd rather sleep or lay around than do..just about anything. To say the least, these last few weeks have been...fun.
My husband has the patience of a saint or a secret stash of
But in all the madness of this moment..all the change and ups and downs I couldn't be happier. Really. Understanding that I'm in a hormonal whirlwind because of Life. My body is adjusting and adapting and changing every moment of every day. This is an exciting and memorable period for us and I anticipate hungrily what the next step will bring.
Till then I'll eat and
Maybe I can't write because I'm full. My mind races. I'm in a space of excitement and happiness. I'm God's manifestation. And I am then allowed to manifest the beauty of the Creator. I am aware of how real God is. Just really Real how God is. I am blessed and highly favored. My life changes instantly in one moment. One test. 3 minutes. Positive Sign. Another test....3 minutes...Positive. Shock. And just like that our lives change and I am reminded how blessed I am and how awesome God is. So right now I have a little lentil seed in me that is a manifestation of the love and commitment my husband and I have for each other. And we wait patiently and with prayer for our blessing in 8 mos....
