Two Digits!!!

26 Weeks Pregnant- Ice Cream! WE SCREAM! We both want Ice Cream! NOW!

Update from BabyCenter.com:
"The network of nerves in your baby's ears is better developed and more sensitive than before. He may now be able to hear both your voice and your partner's as you chat with each other. He's inhaling and exhaling small amounts of amniotic fluid, which is essential for the development of his lungs. These so-called breathing movements are also good practice for when he's born and takes that first gulp of air. And he's continuing to put on baby fat. He now weighs about a pound and two-thirds and measures 14 inches (an English hothouse cucumber) from head to heel. If you're having a boy, his testicles are beginning to descend into his scrotum — a trip that will take about two to three days."

I think the most important part of that update was the bit about his testicles. Speaking of testicles, this week God has taught me something about His will and being thankful... and testicles.

It all started when I went to the grocery store. The woman checking me out asked me how far along I was, then she came over and asked if she could touch my belly. Like I brat I responded "well since you asked..." She then began to rub my belly as if I were a buda and would give her eternal luck. She was completely focused on my belly. She looked up and asked me if I knew if it was a boy or a girl. I responded (again like a brat) its a stinky, smelly boy. She then looked up at me with a huge smile and tears in her eyes. She said, "my husband and I tried six times to have a baby boy. We have all girls. You are very lucky to be having a boy." I smiled and said "thank you" and gathered my items to go. She said as I walked away "please come back so we can see your sweet boy."

This got me thinking...

Yes, I wanted a girl but clearly God had other plans. God truly knows me and he knows the desires of my heart. He has plans to prosper me and not to harm me! He purposely gave me a boy. Why must I be a brat and communicate what I wanted? Why must I always refer to my gift from God as stinky, dirty, rotten, or smelly?

And then I got another kick in the face... just to test my thinking here... its like God was saying are you really listening here and clearly the answer is not quite.

A few days later I was in the teachers lounge with a lovely school counselor and we were eating our lunches together. She asked when I was due and if I was having a boy or a girl. Again, I responded "a stinky, dirty boy!" She smiled a gracious smile and said "wow girl, you are really blessed... there are 16 girls in my family and 0 boys." I said back to her "you are right, I am blessed." And then promptly changed the subject.

I realized that I am blessed to be a mommy to a boy. That means God has equipped me to raise a Godly Man! What a challenge worth living for!  A challenge that I am thankful to have Jesus right beside me in. So go ahead, test me, ask me if I am having a boy or a girl and I will tell you...

I have a miracle growing inside of me. According to pictures, this miracle is a boy. I am excited about my boy and excited for the plans that God has for our whole family.

Amen!