Well, I'm not a very good blogger, but I'll try to be better!
Updates: I'm a GRADUATE!!! My days at North Greenville are completed, and it feels weird. But also excellent. I can't even imagine my life if I hadn't gone to that school. I had originally planned to either attend tech school to become an RN, or to go to school far away from home and as far away from my comfort zone as possible.
Instead, God sent me to good old NGU, where I met my husband, and some of the best friends I've ever had and will have, including my roommate, whom I wouldn't have known without being assigned to her in Self Hall (such a weird name, but some trustee gave the money, and he had a weird name).
Being a graduate makes me all sentimental! I will NOT miss homework, or tests, but honestly, I will miss being in classes, and learning fascinating subjects like Embryology, or Plant Science (both taught by the amazing Dr. Higgins).
Anyways, in other announcements, My sweet husband and I have changed our plans. We were originally moving to Kentucky for Grad school and Seminary, but upon much prayer and evaluation of the costs of moving, the hardships of school and other issues, we have decided to stay in SC!!! At first I wasn't excited about staying, because I saw this as the opportunity to get out of the comfort of my small town and family next door, to really be out on my own, away from everything I've known all my life.
Upon more prayer and soul-searching, my mind has been changed, and I'm VERY excited to be staying here in town. I would miss my amazing family, and Hubby's family would miss us a TON, and we're both getting geared up for the next steps; new job and new place! Both of which have become essential because we just found out that WE ARE PREGNANT!!!!!!!!
I know! Pregnant. A baby. A little baby Whit/ Amie hybrid running around spouting off theological concepts blended with scientific terms. It will be an "epic child" as a friend of mine has said!
Though it was a surprise, My other half and I are incredibly happy!
It may sound crazy, but I've known since I was about 12 that God has placed me on this earth to be a mother. I've always loved babies, I've always wanted my own baby, I've always been the first one to ask to hold the baby in the room, to play with the baby, and babies like me, to the extent that my brother used to call me a "baby stealer" because babies would want me to hold them, play with them, and entertain them.
When my mom had a baby when I was 16, I was over the moon, because now the baby was in my house and besides my mom, no one stood in my way for the baby's affection. Well, besides my dad. But he went to work and I didn't. So I was happy! If my mom wasn't there, and my dad wasn't there, my little sister would come crying to "Mimi" and my day was made.
It was very similar when my little brother was born two years later, except that I was in college, so I wasn't home every day like I was with lil' sis.
But now, the baby will be mine. My dirty diapers to change, my spit-up to clean. My baby to rock to sleep, my smiles to get excited over. My child to hold, to wipe tears, to teach how to talk, to feed, to help, to carry. I almost cry just thinking about it, partly because I am so excited, and partly because the hormones make me cry over anything! Although that is not terribly out of character for me. I have the spiritual gift of tears. Ha!
At this point in time, I crave prayers. Prayers for Whitfield to find a good job that pays more steadily (and more period) than his current job, for us to find a bigger place, with room for baby, and for baby's development. There is a history of miscarriage in my family, and I have bouts of anxiousness where I worry that something is wrong. I've been fine the last several days, and when I do get concerned, I pray. And I do feel reassurance, but I still ask for prayers for my reassurance, and for the baby.
Please keep our little (and growing!) family in your prayers!
Amie
