A Call to Prayer

Brent jokes and says that I wish that I was a part of the Gosselin family (Jon and Kate Plus 8) instead of my own and that is SO not true. But, like Kate said in last night’s episode, I have been invited into their home every Monday night for so long. So, if you care to know my opinion, here goes: 

First of all, I am not buying or reading any of the magazines. I think Jon and Kate’s honest words on last night’s episode were enough. Second of all, I only know as much as you do…only what I have seen on TV episodes. I don’t claim to be a “know it all” on this topic and I certainly don’t claim to know what it’s like to have 8 children and have my life broadcasted all over the country. I’m an outsider looking in. I believe Jon when he says he did not cheat on Kate. I don’t care what the pictures/magazines say. He said it and I will believe it until he confesses otherwise. However, I do think he made poor choices, as they both said last night; poor choices that have caused their marriage to suffer. However, I believe Kate needs to be submissive to her husband. I can hold her to this biblical standard of wives submitting to their husbands because they have been very open on their show and in their book that they are followers of Christ. On the Season 4 Finale, it was obvious that Jon was hesitant to do another season and Kate was sure that another season was best.  If there was any doubt from either side, I think cancelling the show would have been the wisest thing to do. I’m not saying that not doing another season would have saved their marriage, but I think that it would have helped. Family is more important that fame, always. Kate said that she regrets her attitude toward Jon the past 10 years, however she does not think that it pushed Jon to the point he is at now. She said everyone is responsible for their own actions. I fully agree with the previous statement. But Kate is still responsible for the way she treated him. If she does not show appreciation for her husband, he is going to look for appreciation from someone else. I did not realize until last night that Jon quit his job 2 years ago so that Kate could travel to do book tours and such. I believe it’s natural for a man to feel that he has to provide for the family and it would be tough to go from financial provider to stay-at-home daddy. Jon made a sacrifice for his wife and family. Kate said he had help while she was away. I don’t care if I have 24 children and 48 babysitters, if my spouse is not there to help me, I would still feel lonely and incomplete. And when she is out of town a lot of the time, they can’t worship and fellowship with other believers together. Their words sounded so “worldly” last night…doing what’s best for the children. They didn’t mention each other. How many times do you hear divorced couples saying that? What about what’s best for your spouse, the one you vowed to be with in good times and in bad? Your spouse has to come first. I think the root of the problem is that God has slowly been pushed out of this marriage. When do you have time for the things of Christ when you have 8 children, cameras everywhere, traveling everywhere, paparazzi, etc? I can only speak for myself…it would be hard to seek Christ with all of those distractions. Please don’t misunderstand me. I am not judging them. I’m hoping America will get a wake up call. We get so busy and caught up in things of this world, things that don’t matter in the perspective of eternity and we slowly push God out of our lives and then wonder why so many marriages end in divorce or why our children run from God when they move out. Any Christian could be right where the Gosselin’s are, many Christians have and are now. I could be right where they are. But by the grace of God, I’m not. I’m asking you to pray for this family. Call me crazy (I prayed for Nick and Jessica), but imagine the example their marriage would set for America if they allowed God to transform their marriage/family. America would see that when marriages go off the deep end, it doesn’t mean that divorce is the only option. There is another option and that is allowing the power of Christ’s love to see you through to the other side, making your marriage so much stronger. Pray for this family, pray that God would use them to change marriages in America. Even if it’s just one marriage, it’s all worth it. 

The Pickle, the Indigestion, and the Poppyseed

Surely all of you know by now, but in case you are out of the loop…my eggo is preggo! We suspected it Saturday before Mother’s Day but didn’t take a HPT until Monday morning (11th). I was so excited and anxious, that when I woke up at 5am (about 45 minutes earlier than I normally get up), I had no problem getting out of bed. Brent, however, was still asleep. When I realized it was positive, I jumped on the bed and woke Brent up. He was so disoriented. I was shaking the test in his face, not able to say anything. My poor husband is nearly blind without glasses/contacts and didn’t know what the stick in front of his face was. I finally got out the words, “It’s a pregnancy test.” And he woke up real quick and very excitingly said, “Does it have 2 pink lines?” And I screamed, “YES!” And my excitement turned into sadness quickly because Brent was flying to St. Louis that day until Thursday. On Tuesday, I took another HPT just to make sure I wasn’t seeing things and it was still positive. After work, I made my way over to Hobby Lobby to buy some scrapbooking supplies. I made homemade cards for both sets of parents that said, “I may be as tiny as a poppyseed, but in January you will be able to hold me in your arms. Can’t wait to meet you! Love, Baby VK.” They didn’t get them until Thursday, so I had to keep my mouth shut tight for 4 days. It was extremely difficult. I put on the envelope “open as a family.” We already knew that Teresa (my MIL) had gotten hers, so I impatiently called my mom to see if she got any mail from us that day. She had, but was waiting for my dad and brother to get home so they could open it together. They had plans to go to my former youth pastor’s house that night for senior dinner, so she took the card there. Meanwhile, Brent and I went to Buffalo Wild Wing’s for dinner. My mother called me in the middle of dinner so I could be on the phone when they opened the card…after all, it did say “open as a family.” So I heard this rustling of paper and then a blood curdling scream from my mom. Apparently she was haording the card because my brother and dad were saying, “What?” “What does it say?” “What’s going on?” ” Why are you screaming?” My dad saw the word “poppyseed” and thought it was some new recipe and couldn’t figure out why she was screaming that loud and that long about a new recipe. She finally shared the news with them and for the rest of the conversation, I had no idea what anyone said because I was on speakerphone and all I heard was screaming. I made it very clear that NO ONE could put anything on Facebook until I had updated my status. That was the cue that I had called all family members. And that is how I spent the next 2 hours, calling family to let them know the good news. 

I’ve been asked a few questions, so I will answer them now for all to read: We were kind of planning this. We stopped preventing it in January and had the mind set that if it happens, it happens and if it doesn’t, it doesn’t. I do not know my due date. I will find out May 27th and I will let you know. I want to know the sex of my baby. I have had no morning sickness. I just get bad indigestion and headaches at night. 
My mother would like to have a blog poll for her grandmother name. Currently, we call her MeMaw as a joke and she refuses to be called anything “grandmotherish.” I will be talking with her soon to get options for her name and will get back with you to see what you think is the best name for my mom. If you don’t know her, she still acts like a kid and laughs really hard any chance she gets. MeMaw or anything of the sort will NEVER fit her, even when she is 103 years old.
If you are wondering about the purpose of the title…I ate a pickle a couple weekends ago. I have never put a pickle in my mouth but I had my eye on that pickle and had to have it. I’m not craving pickles, I just haven’t been able to get my mind off that pickle. That pickle and my horrible indigestion that makes my entire torso feel like it’s on fire were the evidence for being pregnant, before I ever took the test. I can’t eat onions or anything thing with onions in it. And, Poppyseed…that’s how we refer to our sweet little gift. Assuming I’m 6 weeks along (updates from babycenter.com), Poppyseed’s heart is beating. Ahh…that makes me ecstatic and so humbled, to think that this little being inside of me already has a beating heart 🙂 Unbelievable. Now, let’s just hope that the HPT’s are reliable because I have now told the world 🙂 
**Update–we want twins. Preferably 2 boys, we have names picked out. But this is probably highly unlikely. 

Dump Date

We cleaned out the garage about 2 months ago, but had no where to put the junk that we needed to throw away (cardboard boxes, lighting fixtures, appliances, bookshelves, etc) so we left it in the middle of the garage. Brent rented a Uhaul truck today and, since he only works half a day of Fridays, he spent the afternoon loading up the Uhaul with all our junk. As I’m standing in my classroom playing rhythm sticks with my kids, I see an old Uhaul pull up in the parking lot…no surprise, it was my sweet husband coming to pick me up so we could go unload our junk at the county dump. The Uhaul had to be the oldest one on the lot, the A/C was broken, and the side mirrors didn’t move. I felt like a redneck, especially when I had to run into Publix in a nicer part of town to get cash back (the dump only takes check or cash, just FYI) and I was picked up in a loud Uhaul. The smell was not too bad; however, something about knowing where the smell was coming from made the smell awful. I think the same smell anywhere else wouldn’t have even been noticed, but I was walking on and smelling someone else’s trash. Pretty disgusting. It was my first trip to the dump, and I must say that if I have to go to the dump, I mine as well go with Brent and call it a date. Nauseatingly romantic.

A new found love…

First of all, let me apologize for the lack of blogging lately. I have no excuse, I just haven’t been interested. 

Since it’s been monsooning here for like 2 weeks and because of our schedules and such, our backyard has not been cut since the first weekend in April. So, over a month. And since our humongous backyard (which seems even bigger now that I’ve cut the whole thing) is nothing but weeds, the “grass” was up to my hips in some areas. Pretty bad. Poor Sanibel got lost everytime she went outside. Well, she didn’t get lost, but I lost sight of her when she was outside. She definitely didn’t like it. Tail down, she would bark at every weed that moved. Brent realized that because of our Mother’s Day plans, he wouldn’t be able to cut the grass until next week unless he did it tonight. But, tonight we had trash pick up with the youth (no mom, I don’t mean the 2 days out of the week that the garbage man comes through the neighborhood to collect trash). There was no time for him to do it between work and trash pick up and I knew it would be getting dark when we got home…so I had the grand idea to cut the backyard myself and surprise him. I’ve done it all of zero times in my life…except for a few rows one morning. All I know is to pull the chain and start walking in a straight line. And I do actually know to pull up the motor when it sounds like grass is clogging the blades, but I did not apply that knowledge tonight. So, off I go cutting down the forest of weeds with a push mower that is NOT self propelled in a yard that is much too big for push mower and still has standing water and mud through the middle. About 1/4 of the way through, after it had already choked twice, it ran out of gas. Well, there are 3 red gas cans in the garage and as far as I’m concerned, they all hold gas and gas is gas. I didn’t want to blow up the engine and I also didn’t want to call Brent because the surprise would be ruined. I thought about calling my dad and then realized how dumb that was…how would he know which of the 3 gas cans has lawn mower gas in it? Then, I think about guessing and just hope that I’m a good guesser. But I decided that’s not such a good idea either. So, I finally just call Brent, out of breath, and ask him a very random question, “What gas can is the one for the lawn mower?” And of course he asked me why and figured it out. After 90 minutes of mowing, choking the motor about 15 times and having to take a break, not from mowing, but from pulling the chain, my goal was finally accomplished. There was no surprise, but the yard was cut and he didn’t have to do it after trash pick up…that’s what matters, right? I now have a new found love for Brent. That is a tough job. My hubby needs a riding lawn mower.