"I tell you the truth, if you have faith as small as a mustard seed, you can say to this mountain 'Move from here to there' and it will leave. Nothing will be impossible for you." Matt. 17:20Thankfully we have made it to 14 weeks! Praise God. My regular clothes still fit but not very comfortably. Everything seems to be going very well with the baby itself. 2 weeks ago we found out that I have placenta previa. Nothing to worry too much about. 1 in 200 preggo women have it, and it usually corrects itself. Please pray with us that it will move! Right now I am on pelvic rest and have to stay off of my feet as much as possible - really hard to do for my go-getter spirit. Total faith that it will move by 18 weeks so I don't have the possibility of total bed rest. That would be insane. 
Still debating on the not finding out desire. I really and truly want to be surprised at the hospital, but at the same time I am starting to want to know. CR is dying to know so that doesn't help me at all. When it comes to it, I guess we will decide then. 
On a sad note, yesterday we had to say goodbye to someone who was a big part of CR and I's relationship. When I met CR, I met Buddy. He was a wonderful dog. He did everything to please CR and eventually me. He wouldn't hurt a flea, but I believe if we were ever in a compromising situation that he would come through and save my life. About a month and a half ago he started getting very stiff. We thought it was his arthritis since he had been in the house so much and we had such a long winter (for South Texas). It never got better, so we took him to the vet and he had some type of infection. They gave him medicine, but by then it was too late. He wouldn't eat, take the medicine or do much. He just wanted to be loved on. We knew he days we coming to an end, so we let him in the house (not usual) everyday and let him be wherever he wanted. These last 2 weeks were really tough on the both of us just watching him suffer, so I picked up my big girl panties and took him to the vet yesterday to have him put down. He knew it was time. I could see it in his eyes. Buddy the wonder dog did many things in his almost 11 years of life: trained to be a drug dog, ran as a drug dog for a little bit, moved to the farm and ran around with pigs, cows, and recently a horse, lived in College Station with a Rock of a room mate, then made it back to the farm where he was part of our family for the last 3 1/2 years. Last summer and fall he even did the early marathon training runs with me. He was in the best shape of his life last year! Koda has been looking around for him and is so confused. She lost her best friend, too. Those who do not own dogs do not understand it, but dogs are a special part of their owner's life. They are true and loyal companions and the sentiment goes deep down for both parties. 
Buddy Patrick May 1999-March 2010
Still debating on the not finding out desire. I really and truly want to be surprised at the hospital, but at the same time I am starting to want to know. CR is dying to know so that doesn't help me at all. When it comes to it, I guess we will decide then. On a sad note, yesterday we had to say goodbye to someone who was a big part of CR and I's relationship. When I met CR, I met Buddy. He was a wonderful dog. He did everything to please CR and eventually me. He wouldn't hurt a flea, but I believe if we were ever in a compromising situation that he would come through and save my life. About a month and a half ago he started getting very stiff. We thought it was his arthritis since he had been in the house so much and we had such a long winter (for South Texas). It never got better, so we took him to the vet and he had some type of infection. They gave him medicine, but by then it was too late. He wouldn't eat, take the medicine or do much. He just wanted to be loved on. We knew he days we coming to an end, so we let him in the house (not usual) everyday and let him be wherever he wanted. These last 2 weeks were really tough on the both of us just watching him suffer, so I picked up my big girl panties and took him to the vet yesterday to have him put down. He knew it was time. I could see it in his eyes. Buddy the wonder dog did many things in his almost 11 years of life: trained to be a drug dog, ran as a drug dog for a little bit, moved to the farm and ran around with pigs, cows, and recently a horse, lived in College Station with a Rock of a room mate, then made it back to the farm where he was part of our family for the last 3 1/2 years. Last summer and fall he even did the early marathon training runs with me. He was in the best shape of his life last year! Koda has been looking around for him and is so confused. She lost her best friend, too. Those who do not own dogs do not understand it, but dogs are a special part of their owner's life. They are true and loyal companions and the sentiment goes deep down for both parties. 
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Bless your hearts! I'm a dog owner and I know there will come a day that we will have to say goodbye to our teddy bear! It will be awful! Sounds like he had a wonderful life though!!
Still praying for you!!! I'm going to add your blog to mine so I can find it easier!!! :o)
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