Too Big for My Britches… Literally.

I’m pretty sure I know where all the pregnant mamas in Wisconsin go during the winter to have a good time. I saw most of them, with their little ones and husbands, splashing around and keeping careful eyes on their children. They go to the Dells, with their massive indoor waterparks.

Obviously I can be counted among their number, and I truly felt among friends as we all enjoyed the water therapy without the body shaming that summer brings with the skinny minny beach bods. Pretty sure this summer will be me wondering when all the water weight will depart, let alone any meaningful weight loss at all. If I can conjure a coherent thought altogether, which might take a full year….

Well, even with all the unspoken cameraderie among these expectant mothers, I felt like… like a fish out of water. Or a beached whale, more like. I am clearly, above all, larger than the others. Twins will do that to you.

Don’t get me wrong, this doesn’t bother me. I have been blessed with healthy pregnancies, and, for now, this is no exception. I don’t take that for granted and am incredibly thankful. I am aware that there are many moms out there who wish they were in my place. But that is another post for another time.

I look at myself and my life much like Lizzy and her father do in Pride and Prejudice.

“For what do we live, but to make sport for our neighbours, and laugh at them in our turn?

I have the gift of being able to not take myself seriously, and therefore can enjoy these funny moments without low self-image or insult. I mean, lines can be crossed, but it takes a lot.

So on with my story.

I’m starting to get used to the questions and responses to twins. I get it. It’s uncommon and interesting and emotion is difficult to conceal in the moment. The funny thing about this week, though, was that no one talked or asked questions. 

It was the looks that were amusing. The double-take was most common. I even got bulging eyes. Step asides, cause, you know, I take a lot of room up these days. Plus, it seemed to be contagious, with all the other expectant moms present. I did see some fear-as in afraid that I would give birth right then and there.

My favorite response was in a restaurant bathroom. 

This bathroom was not designed well at all. The sink was right next to the door. So, if you were washing your hands and another person wanted to leave, you had to either wait or ask permission from a perfect stranger to leave the facilities. 

An older woman noticed the poor layout while I was washing up and joked about how the owners must have been trying to save money. 

I laughed. Not a “hahaha” laugh, but a polite singular “ha”.

She jumped. “Are you going to be okay? Do I need to get someone?”

She mistook my demure chuckle for a labor groan.

“No, no, I’m fine.”

What’s the best way to laugh when you look like you are going to pop, but aren’t even close? I guess I’ll have to work on that. 

Some serious thought will have to be put into certain things I usually take for granted during gestation. The waddle came earlier. My love for tunics and comfortable clothes probably doesn’t help the big aspect. Maybe I need to reconsider the chair flop or foot prop. 

Or, perhaps, I will just sit back and enjoy the show… 

Best. Mascot Trick. Ever.

I really don’t care much about the Milwaukee Bucks. However, I am always willing to show some home team pride for amazing things. In this case, insane things. Things that should never, ever be tried at home. Ever. Or at a sign shop with an 80 foot boom. You hear me Stephen and Dad?

Spring Vacation

So here’s a visual synopsis of our trip. You’d think we were in Florida! We went to the beach, went swimming, played in water, went golfing, boarded a submarine…. But we were in 50 degree Wisconsin. These are not in chronological order, but enjoy!

Rally Update

UW Health boards voted Thursday and Friday to re-institute second trimester abortion procedures as soon as possible. They ignored the petitions, phone calls, and substantial rally that called on them to turn down the proposal.

So, some people would ask, “What’s the point? The higher powers don’t listen to our actions anyways…” Standing up for what is righteous does not always guarantee instant success. God’s will is not for me to question. Perhaps, having the issue out in such a public venue will bring adverse reaction and reach more people. Speaking out may inspire our next leaders to take up the cross. One thing is for certain – when we are on the Lord’s side, the victory will ultimately belong to Him.

Stephen and I had the privilege of attending the pro-life rally the Saturday before the vote. Many people spoke, actually so many that we didn’t get to march because our little girls turned into girl-sicles. But I was honored to be standing with so many who have seen the truth. Life is life. The signs people held were sermons in a sentence. I tried to take pictures of some, but it was difficult to move around. The saddest to me was women carrying signs that read “I regret my abortion.” How sad to learn the truth so late. Fortunately, my God is the God of forgiveness and second (third, forth, fifth…) chances. 🙂

My girls went along, and I was glad that they did. They had no idea what was happening, but I don’t want them to be “closet advocates”. We are trying to teach them now, through our actions, that we need to stand for what is right. I want them to carry the torch when we are no longer able to.

Stand up for Righteousness

I am unashamedly pro-life. I will not chain myself to an abortion clinic door, but I will do what I can to get the word out that life is life at conception. Having had 3 children, I see how quickly they develop in the womb. I have seen ultrasounds as soon as 8 weeks after conception, and watched that little heart beating. It is precious, a gift from the Almighty Creator, and I have no idea why someone would want to destroy that life.

The University of Wisconsin Health System in conjunction with Meriter Hospital are proposing to begin doing second trimester abortions at their surgery center. On Saturday, there is a rally at 12:15 on the UW Library Mall. They plan to march to the surgery center in protest of this proposal. When Stephen and I heard about it, we didn’t even have to consult about being there.

My Grandfather has worked for many, many years for a pro-life organization in this state. I have watched his burden, and am so proud of what he and his comrades have accomplished through God’s Power. Yet, I know that he is extremely burdened about when he and his friends have passed on. What the pro-life movement NEEDS is young people. It is what is lacking at this time. I believe that there are millions of young adults who feel about abortion they way that I do. We don’t see them, because they are too busy with careers, life in general, and in my case family. Yet a rally, such as the one on Saturday, takes 1 HOUR. That’s it. One hour on a weekend. The crisis pregnancy centers in our state will take, and train, people who can only contribute a few hours a month. Not much is required to let your voice be heard and make a difference in lives (the baby’s and the mommy’s).

Edmund Burke’s words are haunting me at this time. “All that is necessary for the triumph of evil is that good men do nothing.” When we are silent; when we think we cannot make a difference; When we do not stand up for righteousness – that is when evil prospers. Proverbs 31:8-9 says, Open thy mouth for the dumb in the cause of all such as are appointed to destruction. Open thy mouth, judge righteously, and plead the cause of the poor and needy.” Babies in the womb cannot speak for themselves. It is our duty to speak on their behalf.

If you live in the Madison Area, are a pro-lifer, and have an hour to spare on Saturday, please make every effort to be at the rally. It will be a legal, peaceable rally. All you have to do is walk. If you can’t walk, roll. Just be there.

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