that's what she said…

I was reading the blog of one of my dearest friends, Vicky, and I realized that what she said was right on.  Basically, she didn’t believe that God would give her a safe pregnancy or that she would have a friend that she could be pregnant with.  She didn’t believe that something that GOOD could happen to her.

I know that God gives me good things all the time.  Heck, the things from God are usually GREAT!  This job that I have now, I firmly believe came from God.  My husband – totally a gift from God (but don’t let that go to your head Frank! 😉 ).  Family and friends that I love – awesome.  Lots of good, amazing things.

But in this one area, after years of watching my friends having children, I’ve started to think that God just wouldn’t let me have that.  This thought isn’t based in experiences I’ve had in other areas of my life – my life is abundant with God’s blessings, even in the disappointments I’ve had.  And maybe because I’ve wanted children for so long and had to wait, and then when we started trying, it has been a trail of problems, I’ve started to think that God can’t touch this area of our lives.  I’ve started to think that while God can do great things, He just can’t do them in this area.

And that’s just not true.  He can do something about this.

congratulations!

One of the bloggers who regularly comments here, Flying High, just announced that she and her dear husband are pregnant!  Congratulations to Flying High and her Pilot Husband!

Also, one of my real life friends, Dorothy, also announced that she is expecting!  She has always called me Auntie Em (appropriate, no?) but now I really will be!  Congratulations!

braless bandits

My dear friend Nicole came down from the Good Land this weekend.

And Frank was nervous.

See, when Nicole and I are together, interesting things happen.

Two years ago, she and I attended a women’s retreat with our friend Amy.  The combination of the three of us was Out of Control.

The end result was that we left love notes on doors of even the sweetest, most unsuspecting retreat goers along with pairs of balloon-made boobies.  We even left a pair on the door of the speaker, who came downstairs to breakfast and applauded our realism with the boobies, as the pair we left her were uneven… and orange.

Word quickly spread among our husbands and my own husband felt a mixture of complex emotions that came out in a long, weary sigh.

“Really, Emily?  Really?  You go on this retreat to get closer to God and the end result is that you, Nicole and Amy formed an unholy trinity called the braless bandits? YOU LEFT BOOBIES ON THE SPEAKER’S DOOR???”

Hey.  You do whatcha gotta do.

So, needless to say, Frank knows that when Nicole and I have nothing but time on our hands, there can be no good done.

On Friday morning, I called my brother and asked him if he would pick up Nicole at the train later that night at 5:30 p.m.  Because Andy is the BEST, he agreed (aww, 120 pts, bradah!).  Later in the day, Nicole’s plans changed and I no longer needed Andy to pick her up.

But I didn’t exactly tell him that.

Later that night when I was on my way to get Nicole, I called my brother.

“Hey Em, what’s up?”

“Nothing, just going to get Nicole from the train station.”

Silence and then “Oh [expletive]!!!”

I nearly died.  Andy had forgotten and thought that I called him because he forgot to get her.  I couldn’t stop laughing!

So naturally, when Nicole saw Andy, she said, “Hey, Andy!  Thanks for the ride!”

That poor guy.

What all did Nicole and I do, besides totally terrorizing my brother??

You’ll have to buy my tell all book.  (actually, we were really well behaved this weekend and just had a nice time hanging out… maybe we’re just getting old?)

matrimony

My dear friend Lori married her love, Chris, this afternoon.  She was a stunning bride and he was an adoring groom and the whole event was full of people who loved both of them and wished them nothing but the best.  It was truly a joy to be in the midst of such love, hope and happiness.

Congratulations, Lori & Chris!

answered prayer

I love and appreciate when people say that they are thinking of us – it’s nice to know that people are remembering us and are hoping that it works out well for us.  Kind thoughts are always appreciated and are not taken lightly.

What really knocks our socks off is when people pray for us.  Prayer is such an active process of going to our Heavenly Father and bringing those people and circumstances that are on our hearts to Him.  If you want to know what you can do for us, pray. And scratch Frank’s back – he LOVES it.

Whenever I see an ambulance go by, I generally pray for the people in the ambulance.  Their day has just gone south if they are headed somewhere in an ambulance.  I imagine that these ambulances fly to the hospital, leaving a comet’s tail of prayer in their wake.

A few years ago, when my dad had a stroke, the ambulance made it to my parents’ house in less than 3 minutes.  Our neighbors didn’t know what was going on, but their family stood on their lawn and prayed for my dad.  It makes my soul happy to know that my dad’s ambulance also had a comet tail of prayer on his way to the hospital.  Along with the amazing emergency medical team and the doctors and nurses, I credit the people who stopped to pray for my dad with helping save his life.

During this whole fertility adventure, Frank and I have been so grateful for all of the prayers that have gone heavenward on our behalf.  That is stinkin’ awesome!

A few days ago I emailed one of my friends who is an amazing prayer warrior.  When she says that she is going to pray, it’s not lip service.   She goes to the mat praying.  Awe.some.

So I told her about our sitch and she said she’d pray.  A few days later she emailed me and said, “This might sound weird, but God told me that you should keep praying (and listening).  He is going to give you direction on your treatment and your children.”

What an encouragement!  I was energized by this because so often, it’s not always easy for me to hear from God so clearly (that’s a whole ‘nother topic for a whole ‘nother day).  The next morning I went for a run and I was praying and God said to me, “Be still and know that I am God.”

While that doesn’t sound like the answer that I was hoping for, it was what I needed.  It calmed my heart and soul.

So I went on my merry way.

Then I got an email from my doctor.  The second round of tests looked better than the first.  We are candidates for insemination.

My goodness.

So I love when people think of us.  It’s great and I don’t take that lightly.  Some people don’t believe in prayer and so thinking of us is the best thing they have in their arsenal.  And it means that we matter to them, which fosters community and love.  I’m cool with that.

But when people pray, man, that is awesome.  God hears our prayers and that is sweet.

question of the day.

I am posting this question and my response as a blog entry for two reasons 1) I’ve asked this question myself and 2) I am sure that anyone reading my blog has probably asked a very similar question.  I just happen to have one dear friend who was brave enough to just come out and ask it and I love that she did.

The Question: “I’d be interested to know how God can see that having children is best for a teenager, still a child, but not for the many good valued, hard working men and woman on this planet who suffer with infertility? I admit, I will be your worst critic, but I am curious how that can be explained?”

This is really several questions rolled into one and I don’t really have an answer.  I can address the question with my own experiences and what God has shown me through those experiences.  And I can address the question with the knowledge I have about God through the Bible.  But really, the only person who can provide a definitive answer on this question is God.  That being said…

The first question seems to be why does God seemingly reward bad behavior, ie. teenage pregnancy?

This is an especially difficult part of the question for me.  And the first thing I have to do is check my own heart.

When I was little and I got in trouble for something, I would often resort to, “Yeah, but she…”  Wrong. Answer.

It wasn’t about what my sister or brother or neighbor did – it was about me.  What I did. What I needed to learn.  It’s not my job to be God, it’s God’s job to be God.

Even still, in arguments with my husband I find myself saying, “Well, fine, but last week, you did xyz.” And surprisingly (sarcasm), the arguments only escalate needlessly. 

Still, dealing with a major issue, especially with our fertility issues, it has caused me to pause and wonder:  How does a loving and gracious God allow a teenager to get pregnant easily while other, more mature and stable couples struggle?

I know that we live in a fallen world where people make bad decisions.  Nowhere in the Bible did God say that we would live a life free of consequences on earth.  As a Christian who loves Jesus, I know that my sins are forgiven in heaven, but often I have to deal with the consequences on earth.  If I screw up, I have to own it and work through it.

People with children know that sometimes the best thing for your kids is to let them experience the consequences of their actions.  Life provides the most memorable and deeply rooted lessons.

Based on my own experiences and what I’ve learned about God, this is what I think with regards to the pregnant teenager: anyone who has sexual intercourse runs the risk of getting pregnant.  That is life.  Sex is a very adult experience that has serious adult consequences.  And outside of marriage, it can lead to unwanted/unplanned pregnancies and the spread of some pretty nasty diseases.  I don’t believe teenagers are being rewarded with babies for their indiscretions, they are simply living with the consequences of it.  How teenagers choose to handle their unplanned pregnancy will change their life and it will form a big piece of who they are.  That is a mighty big consequence for a 15 year old and not something that I would have wanted to deal with at that tender age.  But that’s what happens when participating in adult activities before you are ready to deal with the very adult consequences.

Second issue: so why do bad things happen to reasonably good people?

Alright, fine, maybe I can live with the answer to the first question.  Maybe I can focus on working on me.  Maybe I can live with the fact that sometimes people make bad decisions.

But what about people who try really, really hard to be good and don’t get what they want anyway?

For me, addressing this part of the question, continues to take a lot of soul searching.

Frank and I have a fantastic life together. We are mostly responsible (the occasional 18 month old tub of margarine not included).  We think we could be pretty capable parents (but totally reserve the right to play pranks on any future children).  We don’t smoke, we drink occasionally, and we’ve never even tried drugs.  I mean, it looks pretty good and stable on paper – so why are we having such a hard time having kids?  How is it that we haven’t earned biological children?

This, for me, comes down to my relationship with God and who He is and who I am.

I wish God was Santa Clause because then I could sit on His lap (does God have a lap?) and ask Him for a better metabolism.  And smaller feet.

But he is not Santa Claus – and thank goodness (more cookies for me!)!  I know that God is good, all of the time.  Even when I am not good, He is steadfastly good.  I know this from reading the Bible and I know this from my own life experiences. 

It’s just hard to believe sometimes, especially when I am not getting what I want or my heart is breaking, it is hard to believe that.  But then I see the evidence in my life of His goodness.  I went through a lot of heartache with several guys before I met Frank.  I know that if I stayed with any of those guys, I would not be as happy as I am today!  But man, at the time, those break ups HURT.  Ick. 

I experienced a lot of the same with jobs, promotions, houses, family, etc, etc, etc.  Things that initially seemed to be horrible, later turned out just fine.

I know, for myself, that no one deserves children.  Children are a blessing.  I cannot earn them, no one can.  You can’t earn blessings.  If you could, they’d be called paychecks.

And I am sure any parent reading this blog can testify that children are NOT paychecks – they are paycheck spenders!

If children were earned on a merit system, the world would look a lot different.  A lot more people would have biological children that want them – and the fostercare system would probably be empty.

We know SO many couples struggling with infertility and many of those couples have been (and are!) a tremendous blessing to Frank and me.  So many of these couples have shared their stories,wisdom, heartache, hopes and their sorrows with us and helped us figure out our own path.  Without them, I would feel so alone in this and I don’t. So even in a time that could be full of only sadness, we have community, love and hope.

I guess the last thing I want to say about this (and this is really such a Reader’s Digest version of my feelings on the topic) is that I didn’t get to this point of view over night.  God has been teaching me and helping me understand and providing before I even know what I need.  And God listens to prayer.  He may not do what I want Him to do, but the evidence in my life says that He always gives me His best.

I’m pretty ok with that.

one year!

our Small Group is celebrating one year tonight with a Potluck Dinner. I am so excited to celebrate this milestone because God has done so much in our small group – and I am sure He will continue to work in everyone’s lives.

A year ago, I was wondering where this whole Small Group was going to go. I wondered if I was crazy for thinking it was going to work. In one year, we’ve prayed, studied, volunteered in the community, shared meals and tea together, went on a retreat together in Chicago, and had members come and go depending on the seasons in their lives.

I am so blessed to have each of these women in my life. They are a strong support network and have taught me so much.

To the women in the group: Allison, Caroline, Dorothy, Kim, Rose, Tammy and Toni – here’s to another awesome year together!

doing better

today was a little bit better than yesterday night.

Frank was amazing.  I came home from a reception after work and was so hungry that I didn’t know if I wanted to eat now, order food or go out to eat.  On the way home I changed my mind three times.  While Frank may have been tempted to throw up his hands and say “screw this!” – he didn’t.

We went to a nice Mexican restaurant and then stopped at Dominicks and rented He’s Just Not That Into You. Oh, goodness – all of the mistakes I made in my dating life!!  If only I had that movie back then.  But I have to say, I think it all worked out perfectly.  But man – I was an idiot.

Moving on.

I decided to go with snuggling on the couch and renting a rom-com instead of going to the theaters and watching The Time Traveler’s Wife because, well, I sobbed when I read the book.  And considering my fragile hormonal state, why risk it?  Maybe Friday.  Maybe.

The upside: I’ve been drinking more water, so the crying isn’t dehydrating me.  I mean, silver lining on everything, hey?

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so much to think about.

I went to church this morning with my dear friends Toni, Rose and Al.  I love worshipping with them!

The message hit home in sooo many ways. SO. Many. Ways.

I don’t even know what to say about it.  I will have to think and then write.

::sigh::

I love when God works on my heart.  It hurts, but it is so good.

shoppin' and bakin'

Today was not as productive as I had hoped.  I sort of recovered for the morning and then went out into the world

Stop one: Chase.

This was the part of the day where I confessed my idiocy to a complete stranger.  Somehow (I am vague on purpose cuz I know how) I wound up with 3 debit cards.  An old one and two new ones.  I activated one of the new ones, which in turn, deactivated the old one.  But I didn’t have the pin for the new one.  So I went up to the fine tellers at chase, laid out my three cards and told them all of my troubles.  They fixed it and even lied to me, saying, “This happens all the time.” Right.  Nice.

Stop one and a half: Dominick’s

Since the Chase branch is IN the Dominick’s grocery store, I figured I’d pick up a few missing essentials – cotton balls, razors, bread, two pints of Fro-Yo (Frozen Yogurt) and Magic Shell.  Have I mentioned that I am having a roughish day?

Stop two: Bed Bath & Beyond.

And this was the part of my day where I resisted mightily purchasing something for myself.  I wanted some air-tight canisters for my flour and sugar.  I wanted a rug for the office in the basement.  I wanted a new TV stand.  I want, I want, I want… But I stayed the course.  I only purchased the gift I needed for the shower tomorrow… oh, and a pack of gum.  And now my dear friend’s registry has Dentyne on it – cuz the cashier put it on her registry.   So it should say, “Dentyne Gum.  Wants: 0, Has: 1”   What’s going to be the real bummer is that I have no plans of giving her the gum.  Hey, you can’t have everything.

Stop three: Valli’s.

This was one of those stops where Dorothy sort of veered across three lanes of traffic (not really) and squealed into the parking lot saying, “Guys! Since we’re here, just gotta get a few things.”  Like we’d say no to that.  (we = Kristin H-J and me).  The produce at Valli’s is SO cheap.  SO. Cheap!  But again, I resisted the urge to make any rash purchases and instead just bought some bread flour.  Yum.

Stop four: Dorothy & Erik’s

Okay, I haven’t made this stop yet because I am patiently waiting for the durned bread to be done.  “C’mon bread, you can do it!”

Addendum to Day 1 Post:

Talked to La Doctor today.  She is upping my Clomid (seriously, if everyone is suddenly busy in August, I understand.  Heck, I want to avoid me too!).  I don’t really have any more to say about that.  I have to be home on Monday to receive my meds, so I’m not sure I’ll make it to the Wisco State Fair.  Grrr!  All hope is not lost yet, tho…

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