Raspberry Goes Public...

Well some of you know, and some of you should know, and some of you should not have known quite yet, but I figure today is as good as any day to announce that Blake and I are going to be having a baby! Yes, you heard me correctly, I am creating a human! I call this little thing, Raspberry due to the size and shape, so from now on, that is how you will know who I am talking about.

It came as quite a shock to the Bishop family when my body decided to be several weeks late. Not prepared to find out that we were expecting, you can imagine the surprise. We have been married ten months, and felt like our story was written not including any raspberries for a while. Each day that passes, finds Mr. Bishop and I getting more used to the idea. I feel bad because I know there are people out there who are waiting and suffering from not being able to have children. I was born in a family that is Fertile As, and if we even think the word Raspberry, here they come! I am getting excited to have this little adventure.

I have learned through this whole process a lot about myself and the way I need to live my life.
I know that Heavenly Father is in control of what goes on. Yes, we make the choices, but our trust in Him can provide us with the hope that everything really will work out and everything is in His hands. It is hard to realize that, especially in situations you feel vulnerable and unsure. I know in so many situations, many of us feel like getting upset with Him or blaming Him for things that we don't plan on. I have found that our personal situation has brought us to rely so heavily on Him for help. When I first found out, I was really really sick and just accepted that as how it is, but I felt really impressed to pray about it, and Blake was sweet enough to do the same. I come from a family of very sick pregnant ladies, and the fact that it is difficult for them to get going made me very worried about how I was to function, and yet I really have been able to do a lot more than I thought I would be able to. I only throw up at night and so mornings I have been able to work and continue to help Blake save up for "our new life". I get winded walking up the stairs which has thrown me a little, since my whole life I could run the stairs with the energy I typically have. I get tired really easily, but I feel like I can stay on top of my game most of the time.
I feel bad because I am ultra sensitive to smells and even when Blake brushes and uses mouthwash I still get that tight pull in the back of my throat. Although he will never experience the physical elements of pregnancy, I know the poor guy has felt the emotional elements for sure. It is discouraging when before, I could kiss him, no problem, and now I have to pump myself up. All I keep saying to myself is, "the second trimester is better!" I am already thinking about a "babymoon" so that we can have some time, when I feel better.
This is a weird post for me to be writing. I just thought I would put that out there. I am forgetting things a lot, I put the peanut butter in the fridge and the jam in the pantry. I hate cooking (isn't that sad!), and I sleep better after I pop in half a Unisom an B6 (Dr. approved) before that miracle I was a fish out of water every night. So ridiculous. I start coughing when I feel the urge to purge and typically end a porcelain session by telling Blake through my tears, "I don't like this." " I don't want to be sick." He has been pretty good through this whole ordeal.
I really am excited for a baby. I have lots to think about and even more to pray about, but I am getting more and more ready. I think the thing that gets me through this rocky part is the fact that Blake gets to be the father of Raspberry. That is one of the reasons I married him. When he is with my nieces and nephews he is 100% devoted to them. We get around any family (he side or mine) and he is with everyone and just playing all the time. I love that about him. I love that they all snuggle him and he lets them. He will play rough with the boys or have a tea party with the girls. He is awesome and I am grateful I get to see the glimpses of a Dad in training. HE ROCKS MY WORLD!
I will try to post more frequently now that the cat is out of the bag. It is hard to keep it quiet, just ask Mama Cheryl! This will be number two for G-Bishop's and 22 for the Jones'. We're just building the kingdom with lots of babies!