Now that I can be honest... =)

I AM HAVING A BABY!

I am so excited... a little scared, but mostly excited.

I am about 8.5wks pregnant right now. Right in the midst of the infamous 1st trimester. (I feel like I sound insert a 'dunnn...duhnnn...nunnnnn' sound effect.)

I have decided that I am probably going to have every side effect possible, even if only for a couple of days. Not that I want them, but they seem to like to visit me.

Fatigue: I started very tired. I don't think I have my regular energy back, but I do not have to nap every day before cooking dinner anymore, so we are improving.

Morning sickness: I have had pretty bad morning sickness... well, all day sickness. It comes and goes with no particular pattern. Some days are better than others, and I am hoping the worst is behind me. There were a few days that kept me bound to the couch and bed, but it's been a week or so since one of those days. I do not think eating helps much at all. In fact, sometimes I feel worse after eating. =/ No vomiting, only nausea.

Food Aversions: I can't drink coffee anymore. It is gross to me. (Honestly, I am sad about this. It used to be such a comfort.) Last week I had a really difficult time thinking of anything I could possibly put in my mouth. Sometimes just the thought of a certain food or drink sent me gagging in the toilet. I found that if I didn't think about the food in advance and just ate, I would be okay... I couldn't even really think about it while I was eating, just shove it in. Ha! This week seems a bit better.

Stinky Feet: I know, you are thinking, "What?" However, early in my pregnancy, when my hormones (any time I say hormones, I want to say 'hormonies' like 'My Big Fat Greek Wedding') were all out of whack, my feet stunk. I didn't put two and two together for a little bit, but finally I read on-line that it is not all that uncommon. What can you do but laugh? So many embarrassing things come with pregnancy, might as well add one more! Thankfully, I believe that is over. =)

Sciatic Nerve: I have not gained any weight. None. And yet my sciatic nerve in my bum is already feeling strained. I am nervous for the future. I read that my uterus has gone from the size of a plum to the size of a grapefruit already, and can be putting pressure on the nerve, yes, even this early. Boo! When I do much activity, I feel like I pulled a muscle in my bum. Lovely.

Emotions: I am a crier. I always have been. I like to be in touch with my emotions. Now, I think I cry even more. Sorry, Jon! Sometimes I am not even sure why the tears won't stop, or why they even started. Thankfully, I can usually laugh at the same time, completing the look of a crazy person.

Spotting: I had one scare of a little blood when I went to the restroom. I cried a bit, nervous something could be wrong, but quickly realized, other than resting, there was nothing I could do about it. So, already, the Lord is teaching me to hand my child over to Him and trust Him.

There are a few other things I will spare you details on, especially since I may have some men reading this, however, I am quite certain this little child in me is well worth some discomfort. I keep telling myself that a sick Mama normally means a growing baby, so all is well!

I'll post pictures when I start showing. For now, no one can tell anything. Boo! My mom tells me to enjoy not having a belly because it will come soon enough, for long enough... probably true. I guess for now I'll enjoy all my regular clothes.


Remember Sandra?

Do you remember when I first got back to Mozambique and was scared to get back into hospital ministry? Do you remember my sweet friend, who lent me her nail polish and I painted my nails with her?

That was Sandra.

Sandra gave me courage. She welcomed me so graciously. She had patience with my Portuguese, helping and teaching where she could, encouraging me where I felt insecure. She opened up to me, sharing her life with me. It is because of her, I had courage to visit the others.

Sandra showed me courage. Even when things looked so bad, Sandra was optimistic. When she needed a blood transfusion. When her blood platelets were not where they needed to be. When her treatment was delayed. When her departure was postponed. Sandra trusted the Lord. Sandra always spoke of the goodness of our God.

Sandra finally got her final treatment and was eager to get home to her 12 year old daughter and husband. If you met Sandra, you knew she loved her daughter, and her daughter loved her. What a sweet reunion it was going to be; I could just picture it! Sandra wore a beautiful white dress covered in hot pink flowers for her trip home. I was always amazed how stylish she remained, even after such a long time in the hospital. She was self-conscious about her missing hair, but she was always beautiful.

Just this afternoon I found out that Sandra died. I knew she was weak when she left, and I found it hard to believe she was better. It is sad... especially for her daughter. You can pray for her.

Here is what I am happy about: Sandra saw her daughter again. She slept next to her husband again. She was able to die at home, in the town she loved with the people she loved... NOT in a dirty hospital alone.

I believe Sandra knew the Lord. I believe she is with Him today, full of strength. I believe she walks easily and her eye that was removed because of cancer, it has been made new. I believe, though she was beautiful here, she is breath-taking now.

I am so thankful to have had the opportunity to have known her.

So it's been awhile...

It a has been awhile since my last post. Jose went on the be with the Lord, and Jon posted a beautiful blog in honor of him at www.jonandlayne.com so I didn't feel the need to post on here.

As of late, I have been sick with a yucky lingering cold. Jon had it first, and then I caught it and can't kick it. The most frustrating part about it is that I cannot go visit the ladies at the hospital. While they are on Chemo, their immune system is low, and I cannot risk passing this on. Boo! I miss them!

The other night Jon and I met with some other missionaries for a time of prayer and worship. We shared about some of the struggles of being a missionary and then spent some time with the Lord. I was reminded in my Spirit that "being a missionary" is nothing more than "being Layne" and loving the people I encounter.

We sang a song and for the life of me I cannot remember the name or find the lyrics, but what I got out of it was that I want to seek the face of the Lord. That is all we need, to seek the face of the Lord. It isn't about "opportunities" or "making a difference", it is about seeking the face of the Lord... in the little boy on the street, in the women laying in the hospital bed, in the cashier at the grocery store, etc.

And Jesus, He is beautiful. So this week, seek Jesus in the people around you. Find His beauty, when others may not.