re·form: (r-fôrm) v. re·formed, re·form·ing, re·forms v. tr. 1. To improve by alteration, correction of error, or removal of defects; put into a better form or condition. 2. To cause (a person) to give up harmful or immoral practices; persuade to adopt a better way of life.
ma·ma or mam·ma also mom·ma: n. (also m-mä) Informal. Mother.


An Update

Hi there. Sorry I've been slack about updating here. I'm struggling with not wanting this blog to turn into a pregnancy blog.

Anyway... First, Thank you so much for the prayers and encouragement. They really mean a lot to me.

Second, here's the update. I went to the OB last Thursday. Love the doc. He's wonderful and will be very proactive in attempting to prevent me from delivering another preemie. That, right off the bat gets him MAJOR brownie points. :)

The not-so-good-news is that my BP was high enough that I had to start meds immediately and I have to go back in today for a blood pressure check.

For most people, pregnancy-induced-hypertension starts much later in the pregnancy. Of course, my body apparently can't do pregnancy "normally" so here I am.

I am trying hard to trust God in all of this and to not be anxious. Ya know.. .the whole Philippians 4:6-8 thing. It's a struggle for me.

Anyway... that's the update. I will try and post more this week.


Pray For Me Please

I'll make this short. It appears that any hopes I had of ever having an easy, low-risk pregnancy have been chucked out the window. I think I held onto those hopes for all of about 2 seconds.

Here's the scoop. I am 9 weeks pregnant (or thereabouts). My blood pressure is already elevated. Considering that I have no family history of high blood pressure, I weigh 120 lbs, I've NEVER had HBP, I have no other risk factors; it would appear that this is pregnancy induced.

Yippee for me. I am a bit freaked out. I tend to do that. I can't seem to get in touch with a doctor who can prescribe something for me (ya know... military and all that) so I've put myself on bedrest until they call me back.

I am determined to have a healthy baby born as close to full-term as is possible for me. And I am not going to let it kill me. So... Please pray for me. Pray for peace and healing. Pray for Ed and Eddie because I have no idea how I am going to tend to their needs while I am on self-inflicted bedrest.

Sorry I haven't been around much lately. This is part of why. I am going to take a nap and to pray some more.

Thanks so much for your prayers.


WHAT Is This World Coming To?

I can't believe I just wrote that. That is surely proof that I am old. I couldn't help it though.

I don't have cable or an antennae, so I don't watch TV or the news. I don't have a subscription to the newspaper here in Sumter because, well, I can't see paying to read about how Bubba caught 6 catfish and served 'em up at the church fish fry on Saturday night. Once in a while I venture out on the web and read the news, but For the most part, I am content keeping up only with the BIG stuff and letting my head stick in the sand for the rest.

Tonight though, I decided to venture on over to Fox News. Can I just say that I was absolutely appalled.

While I can respect some of Ann Coulter's ideas, I do think she has crossed the line one too many times. I get saying what's on your mind. I get standing up for what you believe in. I don't get why you have to call someone a name or why you have to be so vile towards those with whom you disagree.

Then there was the story about the man who is missing after allegedly dismembering his wife. I don't think I need to say anything else there.

Then, a story told of how construction workers found the body of a baby girl with the umbilical cord still attached crammed into a 2 gallon pickle jar and buried. If you don't want to raise the child, then please, put the child up for adoption. No one will think horribly of you. PLEASE, don't kill an innocent child because you are scared, ashamed or whatever.

And then, the clencher. A man apparently videotaped his ex-girlfriend performing lewd acts. Then, he made DVD of the video and left them on car windows. Why? Because she broke up with him. Newsflash Dude! This ain't gonna win her back.

It's a wonder that God hasn't just said, "poof" to this old world and made this all just go away. It's a good thing I am not God. I would have "poofed" all this away a long time ago. We are not deserving of even air to breathe, let alone food to eat and nice clothes and beautiful scenery. Yet, instead of poofing us away, He proves His mercy is everlasting. Thank God.

Sad Day

A few days ago I posted about my Aunt Karen and my Uncle Roger. Although they divorced long before I was born, they remained the best of friends and I truly don't think my uncle ever stopped loving Aunt Karen.

That post was prompted because a week ago this past Thursday my Aunt Karen had three successive heart attacks. She was deprived of oxygen for an extended amount of time. She was left comatose and on life support. She had a DNR order, but neither her children nor her husband could bring themselves to take her off life support so soon after her heart attacks.

Today, they honored her wishes and had the doctors remove the life support machines. Aunt Karen passed very soon afterwards.

My family is very scattered and we are not all that close, emotionally speaking. While I am sad that my aunt is no longer here, I am more concerned about her children, her ex-husband Roger (my uncle) and her widow, Rusty. Please pray for them.


Tonight We're Gonna Party Like It's 1999

Cause back then I still had energy past, oh, 8 PM.

Here it is 10:30 PM and I am still awake! That's amazing in and of itself. That I am actually writing a coherent sentence is really a miracle.

The ladies at 5 Minutes For Mom are hosting a Blog Party this week and I've decided to join them. You should too!

So, For those of you who don't know me, allow me to introduce myself. I am Bev. There's nothing extraordinary about me. I'm just plain Bev. I like it that way.

I am married to Ed who *currently* works as a meteorologist for the US Air Force. He's working on building his flight time during his free time so he can get a job as a commercial pilot. Either way, Air Force or pilot, I am happy. It's the uniform thing... do ya follow?

We have one son, Eddie, who is 19 months old. Eddie is absolutely amazing. He's THE cutest kid in the world and he's pretty smart too. He's a little stubborn and strong-willed, which is probably why he ended up making his appearance after gestating for a short 29 weeks. He was a tiny little thing when he was born, but he was a fighter. Still is. He is our pride and joy.

Soon, (like in October) Eddie will be getting a little brother or sister. We're pretty psyched about that. A little freaked out too. Dude, I need some sleep and it doesn't appear as though I will be getting any for a long time now.

That's the scoop on us. As far as what you may find here at my blog, well, that really depends. Mostly it depends on my mood. Sometimes I am really introspective and that's when all my thoughts about my faith tend to come out. Sometimes they make sense, sometimes they tick people off and sometimes it's just a happy post.

Other times, I am bragging on my husband or my son. Who could blame me? Really. My husband is supa-hot (especially in his uniform) and my son is so cute you could just eat him right up.

And then there are times when I blab about random stuff. Things in the news. Life in general. Being a mommy. You know... the usual.

See, I told ya, I am just plain Bev. I like it that way.