It seems as if the summer heat has zapped any creativity for blogging! Sometimes post ideas mull in my mind at non-computer locations (e.g., the shower). But then the thought of putting the words onto the screen convinces me to procrastinate yet again. At least my lesson plan updates are getting done.
Recently quite a few of the Catholic IF bloggers have posted a spiritual bouquet for pray for our sisters still struggling through the difficult IF journey. I'm not sure how to officially join...However, it's a wonderful, providential coincidence (or "Godcidence") that a friend/SHE member organized a group novena (9 days of prayer; in our case we are doing 9 days of petition + 9 days of thanksgiving) to St. Gianna Molla. So we will join our prayers to all of those participating in this prayer effort. And even if you're not Catholic and still a blog reader, consider yourself prayed for anyway! :)
This is for all our sisters in Christ who are in the midst of their journey with infertility, loss, and adoption. Know that you have our continued support, love, and prayers.
Thanks for the many birthday wishes. RyanAnn wins the virtual prize for immediately recognizing Disney.land's famous "Club 33." :) And many thanks for the suggestions of making a new header in pica.sa; it took a few tries but I'm pleased to finally have a better look!!
In other news, I have officially "popped" out. If today is not the day to look at a pregnant photo, (I've been there), you will want to quit reading after this paragraph. At 29 weeks, my belly finally decided to pop out. I was rather thrilled about this, as the thought of needing a wheelbarrow to support a big belly did not sit well with me. So I was in no hurry to "look" pregnant. I had no idea until preparing for Back to School Night last week and saw my new look in the mirror.
And just to show the far-reaching effects of IF, I still am in a transition stage. With under 11 weeks to go, the reality of a baby is setting in more clearly. Fears of the coming changes and sleep deprivation have attacked. Feeling guilty that the changes scare me after longing for a child for so long. Anyway, I'll explore the feelings in another post.
We plan to have a true "Labor Day" weekend: putting together the crib, shopping for a glider, fixing the bathroom baseboards, sorting through clothes, and the unpleasantness of car hunting. I hope that no matter your plans, you have a blessed weekend. To all of you folks on the East Coast, stay out of Earl's way!!