Yesterday morning started out like any other Monday morning. Weekends are typically more filled with activities around here than my normal day during the week, so I'm usually exhausted come Monday morning.
So, I sleep in. My excuse? I'm pregnant. :)
Well, yesterday morning, Jon kissed me goodbye, I went back to bed and woke up about 9:15. I was still very tired, so I decided, "Eh, I don't have that much to do today. I'm sleeping more." So, I fell back asleep.
At 9:40, I heard someone yell, "Erynn!"
I sat straight up in bed, put on my socks since it was cold and walked out into the family room because I figured Jon was home and it must've been a snow day.
No Jon. No snow. No one but Kody, who was sitting there just blinking at me.
I decided I must have dreamed it and went back to my bedroom to brush my teeth and blow my nose (I seem to be suffering from the weird stuffy nose of pregnancy...who knew it existed?). Right after I blew my nose, I started smelling something weird.
I sniffed all around our bedroom, the guest room, the office, the bathrooms, the laundry room and finally came back out to the family room and kitchen where one of us apparently accidentally bumped our gas stove knob. It was on, the flame was not.
I immediately opened all the doors and windows and Kody and I hurried outside (yep, bathrobe and all). I ran back inside, threw on some pajama pants and a long-sleeve shirt and Kody and I went to my Mom and Dad's for about three hours yesterday morning, leaving my house to air out.
I didn't experience any of the symptoms of exposure to fumes (headache, nausea, dizziness, fainting), but I went to the doctor this morning just to make sure that everything is okay with our peanut. And everything is perfectly fine - a heartbeat of 144 and he/she's a busy little thing! I bet the baby is just excited that we'll finally start calling it by it's proper gender and name soon! Six days away!!!
I truly believe that God or an angel yelled my name yesterday morning. If I hadn't heard it and hadn't woken up, I would have slept probably until close to eleven in the morning and by then the gas would have been on for several hours and I and the baby might have been feeling the effects of it.
I have been SO reminded about how much God loves us and how faithful He is to protect us! Most of you know that Psalm 121 is my all-time favorite chapter in the Bible, but I'm so comforted by it now:
"He will not allow your foot to slip, He who keeps you will not slumber... The Lord is your keeper, the Lord is your shade on your right hand. The sun will not smite you by day, nor the moon by night. The Lord will protect you from all evil; He will keep your soul."
And that is my miraculous story for this week! I love that our God is here and present with us, don't you? :)
And, without further ado, here's my 18 week picture! I took this on Sunday, so it's actually a little bit past the "official" 18 week mark, but close enough:
Growing, growing, growing! Counting down the days, hour, minutes and milliseconds until we get to find out what God already knows - whether this one is a boy or girl!
Love to all of you and a very heartfelt THANK YOU to all of you out there who have been praying for me and this baby. :) I can't even put into words what that means to me and Jon!