God is always ....

... in control.  "That people may know, from the rising of the sun and from the west, that there is none besides me; I am the Lord, and there is no other. I form light and create darkness, I make well-being and create calamity, I am the Lord, who does all these things."  Isaiah 45:6-7

God has many names.  Sometime I would like to do a deeper study on all the names of "The God most high" (EL-ELYON).  But for now, in my book, God is "EL-ROI" , which means the strong one who sees.  He sees all.  All.  All.  I hate to repeat myself, but He sees all.  I am so thankful that He sees all, because that means He knows all and watches over all.  I have a wonderful obgyn.  He is very thorough, very proactive, and very understanding.  He always explains things thoroughly to me and CR and lets us make the ultimate decisions with his guidance.  However, after the last sonogram he somehow failed to mention that I had placenta previa with this baby (he says its because we got off on a tangent about Obama .... hiss).  I had it with Kirby, so when I found out this time  I was not that surprised, but I was a little frustrated that I didn't know.  Why?  Everything was fine.  But, I would not have been doing what I have been doing that last 2 months if I had known this!  Kirby and I trucked many miles from San Antonio, to Montgomery, to back home.  We went on Sea World escapades.  I was hauling her around on my hip and running her to the bathroom to potty train her.  I was helping rearrange furniture ... all of which is a little no-no when you are pregnant to begin with, but when you have previa there is NO LIFTING, PUSHING, or anything that could cause the placenta to totally separate.  Because of EL ROI, I had nothing to worry about.  It didn't matter if I knew, he knew and was taking care of it all.  He was in control.  HAKUNA MA-TATA.
The reason we found out about this suddenly was because the last few days I had been feeling lots of pressure in my cervix and was having contractions.  Braxton hicks I am sure, but they were about every 30 minutes and would make me stop what I was doing, so enough to concern me.  By Tuesday morning I was feeling like if I didn't keep my legs together, this baby was just gonna come on out.  We went in and everything was fine.  He did a thorough check of measurements, checked my cervix, and did a sono and ultrasound.  Previa is almost fully corrected (praise JEHOVAH-RAPHA).  Baby is measuring right on target for 19 weeks (although I say I am 20) and the heart beat was very fast.  The butt was straight up in the air, so for a lot of the ultrasound the screen was off so we couldn't see the gender (teehehehe).  We did get some waves, a gig' em, and a nice foot print.  Hopefully the scans turn out ok on here:

 Baby laying down, hand under the chin doing a "what's up".

 Baby's looking at you!!

Baby foot print!

I lost another pound : / .  Typically I would be happy about this, but not when I am pregnant.  The baby is doing great, so there is no concern there.  I think I need to slow down.  How when I have to keep up with a 2 year old who likes to "run so fast" as she says?  I am sure as the baby continues to grow it will start coming on, but please be praying for continued safety throughout this pregnancy.

A short "Kirby says" excerpt for today, because it is too funny (I think) not to share:
The other night we were getting into Kirby's big girl bed to read a story.  I had picked out the Runaway Bunny story.  As I am reading it, she stops me and:
Kirby: Mommy, cow book.  Want the cow book.
Me: Ok, we can read the cow book.  Where is it?
Kirby: In the bucket.  Over there.  (points to the bucket and begins to crawl down from the bed)  She then looks up and says, "wait, wait here ... I'll get it.  Shhhh .... wait, shhhh."