Not Quite Over

Well, I passed some pretty large blood clots last night. In my mind, it's over. I just left a message for my doctor to see if I still need to have the ultrasound. It sounds like I either need to go in and be checked by her or go have my blood drawn again to compare hormone levels from yesterday. I'll let you know what happens. But please keep praying for me. Pray especially that I won't get lost...I don't want to become a hollow shell because of a broken heart. I don't want to become a stranger to the peace of God. Geary stayed home from work in case I have any breakdowns and Noah has been such a little light. He cuddled with me for an hour last night patting my back and saying, "I love you, Mommy. I'm sorry. Don't be sad." I don't know how he understands, but he does and for that I am supremely grateful.

A Sad Day in the Linhart House

I might be having my 3rd miscarriage. What? You didn't know I was pregnant? Yeah, neither did I until last week. And now I'm bleeding and feeling like saying every swear word I know. So pray. Please. I feel sick and angry and hurt and frustrated and I don't have much hope. It looks like I'll be going in for an ultrasound in the next 24 hours, but I'm kind of expecting there to nothing. No heartbeart, no baby, no sac, no hope.

Yes, Sir!

Well, we've solved the mystery of where Noah learned, "Yes, Sir!" See if you can recognize this Sunday School song from reading it in Noahese.

I may never munch in the ministry;
ride in the cow tree;
shoot the atery.
I may never fry on the manatee;
but I'm in the rosary! Yes, Sir!

Now picture him singing this with hand motions!