It took ages to get an OB appointment after our move. I was 24 weeks along by the time I finally got to see a doctor, and going into the appointment I didn't have high hopes of getting an ultrasound for another month. Another month of waiting and wondering: girl or boy?
Dear reader, in Arkansas, they love themselves some ultrasounds. They had a mini one on a cart that they rolled on in, bedside, smack in the middle of my appointment.
Is the suspense killing you?
Well, here we go...we're having a...
BOY!
Professor was so sure for so long that he'd have all girls, but this pregnancy felt so different, I was not at all surprised. A baby boy. We couldn't be more thrilled.
But do you know what else is thrilling? Romans 8. {How's that for a transition?}
I listened to this sermon by John Piper the other day. The first fifteen minutes are solid Bible recitation. He then talks about nine reasons to memorize Scripture. It's very, very good and worth listening to while you fold laundry (or mindlessly play Facebook games because it's your day off. Not that I went that route...) or something like that. So, so good.
And then there's me. I've gotten through verse 8. Please forgive the bobble in the middle; it doesn't usually happen but between the camera staring at me and the buttered butterknife that a little person pressed up against my foot mid-recitation...I got a bit distracted. {And all that detritus on the counter and desk in the background? That's called real life, baby!}
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