Barfing up a kid...

My latest adventure? After a long and winter wonderful trip home to Wisconsin for my baby shower with many friends and family I thoroughly enjoyed seeing, Keith and I stopped at my Aunt and Uncle's house in Indianapolis Sunday night for a break from the road...Well I hadnt been feeling too well in the car, but no biggie. Only a few hours later though I began the hurling.

I vomited from 11pm Sunday night once or twice an hour until Monday at 3pm. At the point, we called the Dr who said we needed to hit the emergency room. I was extremely skeptical of the need for that. But finding out that Medicaid did not cover medical care in Indiana we left for Kentucky just in case of a need to go to the hospital...The four hour car ride home was not the most fun and I puked up a bunch of gatorade I had worked so hard on keeping down.

Keith and I debated, but choose to stop at the hospital on the way to Wilmore, we didnt want to drive back once we were home 45 min just for the Dr to tell us I was fine and to go home. So we went into the ER. Well the ER sent us to maternity since Im well over 20 weeks pregnant and beyond their expertise. We tried to tell maternity that I wasnt even sure if I should be there- I think I told the nurse multiple times that we were just taking a precaution- just to see how dehydrated I was...Well before I knew it, Keith and I were thrown into a room, I had to put on a gown, lie in a bed and pee in a cup. "What time do you think we'll get outta here?" I asked my tired husband. "By midnight" was his answer. I thought maybe 20 minutes...What does the nurse say "Get situated...We'll prolly get you outta here sometime before NOON tomorrow.." WHAT!!! I was immediately strapped to an IV bag, a baby and contraction monitor were placed on my huge belly and I had to take 20 cords with me when I had to pee- though I wasnt peeing at all at this point. Soon enough i was injected with multiple drugs ranging from Pepcid, to Reglan, to Zofran, to Benedryl. Benedryl knocked me out hard. Turns out I was so dehydrated I was having tiny contractions...Dont know if it was necessary to be there, but like a prison- there was no chance of getting out or anyone listening...

I woke up to the nurse 4 or 5 times that night. Keith slept on the cot. I kept down my breakfast and we were let go at about 10 with 5 different drug prescriptions to fill at walgreens- of course, i only filled 2 and havent used the pills since...

But all is well, baby is kicking me currently and I stopped vomiting...A LONG trip home from WI it was- I must say lying in the maternity ward with a gown on strapped to a bed with my husband anxiously waiting in the room was a real eye opener for what is coming in a month! A real live breathing hungry crying looking like me and keith BABY!

Hopefully Thanksgiving travels will fare much better...

Utterly Meaningless

I've been frustrated in searching for meaning lately...I have no real job, real friends are far away and almost out of reach, I don't feel like I've had the time or opportunity to do much real service, I'm not using my degree at all, I clean and serve coffee a lot...In my search for meaning, this is where the Creator has brought me back to:
Ecclesiastes 1:

1 The words of the Teacher, ^[a] son of David, king in Jerusalem:

2 "Meaningless! Meaningless!"
says the Teacher.
"Utterly meaningless!
Everything is meaningless."

3 What does man gain from all his labor
at which he toils under the sun?

4 Generations come and generations go,
but the earth remains forever.

5 The sun rises and the sun sets,
and hurries back to where it rises.

6 The wind blows to the south
and turns to the north;
round and round it goes,
ever returning on its course.

7 All streams flow into the sea,
yet the sea is never full.
To the place the streams come from,
there they return again.

8 All things are wearisome,
more than one can say.
The eye never has enough of seeing,
nor the ear its fill of hearing.

9 What has been will be again,
what has been done will be done again;
there is nothing new under the sun.

10 Is there anything of which one can say,
"Look! This is something new"?
It was here already, long ago;
it was here before our time.

11 There is no remembrance of men of old,
and even those who are yet to come
will not be remembered
by those who follow.

So, what is the meaning if it is all just a "chasing after the wind?". Is apathy our greatest call?
But wait! :

13 That everyone may eat and drink, and find satisfaction in all his toil—this is the gift of God. 14 I know that everything God does will endure forever; nothing can be added to it and nothing taken from it. God does it so that men will revere him.

And finally:
6 Remember him...7 and the dust returns to the ground it came from,
and the spirit returns to God who gave it.

The meaning seems to be as simple as to come, to be, to let go, to enjoy Him, and to return to from where we came. A simple call to contentment seems to be the faith I'm called to these days.

As for the meaningless things of life :)
Soccer is over next week. My girls team ended up setting a school record and making it to their regionals. They are headed to Florida for some fun times and a national Christian College tournament I can't make.
Im headed home to Wisconsin for a baby shower next weekend and to Indy after that for Thanksgiving with my family.
Starbucks is up in the air as to whether I'll continue once the baby arrives (or once he/she decides to let a little chemical message out of its brain firing up my hormones to let he/she loose).
Keith is enjoying new jobs, but loaded down with papers.
Christmas will be our first as a married couple, celebrated without our family in Kentucky awaiting our own little "gift"
"Remember the Creator in the days of your youth"