{"id":811,"date":"2007-10-07T19:03:00","date_gmt":"2007-10-07T23:03:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.michellebeachy.com\/blog\/sunday-october-7-2007\/"},"modified":"2007-10-07T19:03:00","modified_gmt":"2007-10-07T23:03:00","slug":"sunday-october-7-2007","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.michellebeachy.com\/blog\/sunday-october-7-2007\/","title":{"rendered":"Sunday October 7, 2007"},"content":{"rendered":"<p align=center><font face=\"Curlz MT\" size=5>To be sung to the tune of &#8220;These Are a Few of My Favorite Things.&#8221;<\/font><\/p>\n<p align=center><font face=\"Curlz MT\" size=5>Diapers and Onesies and warm fuzzy blankets<\/font><\/p>\n<p align=center><font face=\"Curlz MT\" size=5>Baby Blue Eyes behind long, dark eyelashes<\/font><\/p>\n<p align=center><font face=\"Curlz MT\" size=5>Dreaming of dimples and maybe some curls,<\/font><\/p>\n<p align=center><font face=\"Curlz MT\" size=5>Will it be a boy or maybe a girl?<\/font><\/p>\n<p align=center><font face=\"Curlz MT\" size=5>When I&#8217;m nauseous<\/font><\/p>\n<p align=center><font face=\"Curlz MT\" size=5>When my legs ache<\/font><\/p>\n<p align=center><font face=\"Curlz MT\" size=5>When I&#8217;m feeling blue<\/font><\/p>\n<p align=center><font face=\"Curlz MT\" size=5>I&#8217;ll simply keep thinking of sweet baby things<\/font><\/p>\n<p align=center><font face=\"Curlz MT\" size=5>Then oh, how my heart will sing!<\/font><\/p>\n<p align=center><font face=\"Curlz MT\" size=4><\/font>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p align=left><font face=Papyrus size=4>That&#8217;s right!&nbsp; We&#8217;re expecting&nbsp;a baby!&nbsp; And yes, we are so excited &#8230; and grateful.&nbsp; It has felt like a long journey of tears, hope, shattered dreams, and faith.&nbsp; My heart was stretched in places I didn&#8217;t know existed.&nbsp; Infertility wraps itself around your life like an octupus.&nbsp; You think that having a baby is one segment of your life; but grief is not.&nbsp; It is like walking in a thick fog.&nbsp; You know in your head that there is beauty in the world somewhere; but your heart has forgotten what it looks like.&nbsp; Sometimes you cry so hard you wonder if your insides got twisted.&nbsp; One minute you say, &#8220;I will never hope again,&#8221; and two days later you are setting yourself up for more shattered dreams.&nbsp; <\/font><\/p>\n<p align=left><font face=Papyrus size=4>I am convinced that hope is a gift from God.&nbsp; Sometimes I thought I should stop hoping.&nbsp; Recently my friend was in the middle of a difficult time and she said, &#8220;I don&#8217;t know why I do this.&nbsp; Why do I start to hope again?&#8221;&nbsp; And I knew.&nbsp; We hope.&nbsp; Because if we could not hope, we would not go on.&nbsp; We wouldn&#8217;t try again.&nbsp; We would not learn to live.&nbsp; And we could not bear the pain.&nbsp; So God gave us hope.<\/font><\/p>\n<p align=left><font face=Papyrus size=4>And now He has also given us a miracle.&nbsp; On Thursday I watched the blip, blip, blip of my baby&#8217;s heartbeat.&nbsp; And today, I again worship God the Creator.<\/font><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>To be sung to the tune of &#8220;These Are a Few of My Favorite Things.&#8221; Diapers and Onesies and warm fuzzy blankets Baby Blue Eyes behind long, dark eyelashes Dreaming&hellip; <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":true,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","enabled":false},"version":2}},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-811","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p39ynQ-d5","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack-related-posts":[],"jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.michellebeachy.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/811","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.michellebeachy.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.michellebeachy.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.michellebeachy.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.michellebeachy.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=811"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.michellebeachy.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/811\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.michellebeachy.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=811"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.michellebeachy.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=811"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.michellebeachy.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=811"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}