Thursday, May 27, 2010

I Count them but Rubbish...

I could not be more proud of my husband. Not possible.

He is finishing up his last 4 days of work at this job....this job that has been back and forth between joy and torture for way too long.

He finally made the decision that he doesn't want to put his family through the stress of this job anymore, so he put in his notice at the beginning of May.

We've been praying about this decision for a while now, and we've gotten a lot of "you're crazy" looks from people who can't understand why he would quit his job right when we're about to have a baby. Well here's why:

Since we've been married, his average work day has been from about 7am till 7-8pm, usually 6 days a week. He has a boss who is, shall we say, less than respectful of anything associated with personal/family time, and has proven this on many occasions when he calls Nathan at home to chastise him for not being at work (usually these calls occur between the hours of 8pm and 6am. He has three different bosses to please, the district manager of his own company, the hotel he works for, and the management company that is in charge of the garage he runs. These three bosses usually do not get along, therefore, putting Nathan in the middle of a big mess and typically getting him in trouble for things he didn't do (or sometimes did do because one boss told him to and another boss just didn't like what he did). We have put up with all of these things until now, because we thought we "needed" this job. But when the hotel came to Nathan a few weeks ago and told him that he would now have to start being there every single Sunday, that's where we drew the line. They told him to take a weekday off instead of Sundays (which is impossible, because between his other two bosses, he has daily meetings he is required to attend).

So we began to re-evaluate our situation. Nathan realized that he isn't so attached to this job that he wants it to come before his family. In fact, he wants his family to be his first attachment. He wants his family to be his "goal", his "focus", and the thing he is most proud of. He wants his job to just be his job, and the family he comes home to at night to be what he cares most about. So we reconfigured our budget, cut back on several things, prayed a lot, and then he put in his notice.

The next day, God provided a part-time, summer job that he can do completely from home, and that will also cover the remainder of our bills. This gives him time to be home with me more before the baby gets here, help me get the house ready, go to the remainder of my appointments, and look for a job that will actually be family conducive.

I am so proud of the decision he's made. Yes, we still get looks from people, and "advice" on how to be goal-oriented and make smart career choices, but he and I both know that a career is only going to last 20-30 years. The time he invests in his family is an eternal investment, something our children and grandchildren will be extremely grateful for, an accomplishment that he and I can be proud of together. We can live without High Definition cable. We can drive more carefully and reduce our insurance to liability. We can eat smarter, eat out less, and frankly, eat healthier. (He even traded in his car for an older model with more miles, so our payment is MUCH less and the loan is MUCH shorter.) We can live without fancy, frilly and frivolous things, but we can't live with ourselves knowing that we could have raised a better family...that we could have done things differently.

Obviously, we'll still have things to regret and things to change, but we knew that if we started our family the way we have been living for the past couple of years, it would lead to automatic regrets. We want to teach our children by example, and in order to do that, we need to have our priorities straight.

So for us, this is the right choice. I haven't seen my husband this happy since the day we got married. He's relaxed again. He's smiling. He's excited about having a family. It's marvelous. I love seeing him like this...no stress, minimal worries, enjoying his life and knowing he'll only have more time to enjoy it now.

In the words of Paul: "Not that I speak from want, for I have learned to be content in whatever circumstances I am. I know how to get along with humble means, and I also know how to live in prosperity; in any and every circumstance I have learned the secret of being filled and going hungry, both of having abundance and suffering need. I can do all things through Him who strengthens me."

"Do not store up for yourselves treasures on earth...but store up for yourselves treasures in heaven...for where your treasure is, there your heart will be also. ... For this reason I say to you, do not be worried about your life...And who of you by worrying can add a single hour to his life? ... But seek first His kingdom and His righteousness, and all these things will be added to you. So do not worry about tomorrow; for tomorrow will care for itself." - Jesus

If anyone asks what our future is going to look like, or wants to understand why we are making such "foolish" decisions regarding the care of our family, I intend to point them straight to Philippians 3. Our objective is to be like Christ in a world where status is the most important thing. Our prayer, our hope and our faith lie in the knowledge that God will provide, if we only trust. Call us crazy. We'll just smile and say "thank you".

Tuesday, May 18, 2010

What Day Is It???

I started to write about "Movie Mondays" today...then I realized it's Tuesday (err, wait, is it Wednesday? I don't know).

I had to check.

Sadly, it is no longer Monday, but not yet Wednesday. So here you go...Movie Tuesday.

We saw Iron Man II last weekend, and I have to admit, I wasn't that impressed.

We both loved the first Iron Man, so naturally, we were extremely anxious for the release of the second film.

A few things I didn't like:

- The bad guy just wasn't that scary
- The relationship between the hero and his girl seemed kinda fake
- The "pit", or the low point that Iron Man fell into was weak, and the solution was too simple.
- Overall, it just needed a better story. Thinking back on it now, I couldn't even really tell you what the majority of the story was about.

A few things I did like:

- Don Cheadle. That's pretty much it.

The movie really wasn't baaad, it just wasn't very good.

So my advice is to wait until this one is released on DVD before you go see it. Just find somebody who has surround sound and a big screen tv and crash at their house for a couple of hours.


In other news, I am at 22 weeks and now discovering a whole new list of foods that I can't eat. Apparently my baby girl REALLY doesn't like cheeseburgers. Also, she's putting up a fight against tacos at this point, but I'm gonna fight back pretty hard on this issue. She might just have to get over it.

Weighing in at a whole pound and stretching out to about 12 inches, she's definitely making herself known now. Nathan got to feel her kick for the first time yesterday. Then we both got to watch her kick...which was really interesting. I could warn him when the jolts were coming because it was almost like I could feel her rearing up to kick me, and sure enough, my belly would jump pretty violently. She must have had a growth spurt overnight, because that had never happened until yesterday morning. We were highly entertained with this new development for well over an hour.

This weekend, I'll be home (and I HOPE my husband will accompany me, although that is yet to be seen). If all goes as planned, "we" will be there to help with the yard sale on Saturday and we'll also stick around for Jacob and Lindsey's shower on Sunday afternoon.

Hope to see all of you there!

Tuesday, May 11, 2010

A Genie in a Belly

I can say these things on here because none of the people who read my blog have yet to commit this offense...

WHY do people feel it is necessary to rub a pregnant belly?

The following are my best guesses at what goes through someone's head before they stretch out their arm and brave the treacherous air that surrounds my stomach:

- "Hmm....Kacey must not be feeling fat at all, so I'll rub the part of her body that is protruding like a watermelon, just to remind her it's there."

- "I wonder if Kacey's belly is sore from all that stretching? Let me rub on it to find out!"

- "Kacey is probably feeling rather inconspicuous with that belly of hers. I'm gonna point it out so that she feels like everyone in the room notices it."

- "Hmmmm...I wonder if Kacey can pat her head while I rub her belly?? Let's find out!"

- "I know Kacey isn't hormonal or emotional at all, so I'm going to invade her personal bubble and make her feel extremely loved."

- "If I rub on Kacey's belly, will a genie pop out??"

- "Kacey can't be nauseated or sick feeling, so I'm going to make rapid motions on her belly to stir things up a bit for her."

- "Awwww...I bet the baby is sleeping and hasn't been kicking her for a while. I'm going to wake her up so Kacey can have more havoc wreaked on her kidneys!"


I imagine it must be akin to when you have a sunburn and people inevitably smack you on the back; only this time they're aware of the offense, they just don't realize it's an offense!

I feel it's only fair to warn you: you rub my belly, I'll rub yours...pregnant or not.

Sunday, May 02, 2010

I Am My Mother's Child....Or Maybe Just A Hippie.

Since being pregnant, I have obviously gone to great lengths to educate myself on what is happening to my body, what is happening to my baby, and precisely how everything works in that department (more than just the "talk" my mom gave me when I was a kid on how babies are made).

I've read book after book, watched documentaries, done online research, talked to numerous friends, and of course, enlisted the never-ending wisdom of the M.O.M.

I have determined one thing for sure. I am not happy with hospitals and birth. They just don't mix well together. Women delivered babies for thousands of years without the help of epidurals, pitocin and c-sections, so why in the last 100 years have we become completely dependent on doctors to help us do something that God gave us maternal instincts for?

(Side note: I do recognize there are cases where doctors and hospitals are absolutely essential and a blessing, without which, some mothers and babies would be in a world of hurt. I am merely refering to low-risk pregnancies.)

So I started calculating my risk of having a hospital-born baby without having medical intervention, and I began to realize it was nearly impossible. The statistics for true, natural birth in hospitals are pretty much non-existent. If you have had one, it was probably a fight for you, or so I've heard.

So today, we enlisted the help of a midwife.

Nathan and I now plan to have this baby girl in our bedroom floor.

Yes, I'm serious.

I watched my mom do it when I was 6, and I'm pretty sure I thought it was the coolest and grossest thing I've ever seen, so of course, we're gonna do it again. Only this time, mom (M.O.M.) will be the coach and I'll be the one doing all the yelling ;)

My mother congratulated me today by welcoming me to "the ranks of the non-conformists".

I suppose that fits right along with my "minimalist" baby registry, my recycling and our budget cuts.

Another bonus: I was worried about buying a duffel bag for our trip to the hospital, because I just didn't have anything appropriate to pack in. Now, I no longer have such bothersome things to worry about :-)

If you need more details on how exactly this works, my mother would LOVE to fill you in. She is...how shall we put it?....stoked.

Me too.