Category Archives: (future) mama

Pockets: It Must Be a Mom Thing (You know you’re a mom when…)

“You guys, I found jogging shorts with pockets!” I exclaimed to a table full of college age ladies whom I get to mentor. They gave each other sideways glances and shook their heads. Was I missing something? Are pockets not the most glorious thing ever!? Eventually, one of them offered some perspective: “It must be a mom thing,” she said with a shrug of her shoulders.

What!? My thoughts were spinning. Doesn’t everyone at the gym have a phone and keys and headphones to juggle? Not that we would actually run with anything in the pockets, but doesn’t everyone get excited to have a place to stash the stuff between the workout and the drive home?

Then I realized the truth: moms are probably the only ones who cannot just simply hold these things in our hands. We have to be hands-free for the little ones we walk across the parking lot. Our hands must be ready to receive the beautiful coloring page of pink and purple scribbles they made so special for us. We need high-five hands available to acknowledge the sweet karate moves and ballerina twirls. How can mommy scoop up her whimpering toddler if her fingers are full?

Moms need pockets.

When I began unpacking my identity as a mother, I never expected pockets to be such a crucial part of the journey. But now, most of my dresses now have pockets. If they don’t, I wear jackets and sweaters with pockets. I chide myself every time I wear leggings without pockets. I have become a pocket-enthusiast!

Those B.C. days (Before Children, see what I did there) kept my hands full. On any given day I could keep a comfortable grip on piles of loose things: my cell phone, dog’s leash, car keys, wallet, journal, and lipgloss. However, if motherhood has taught me anything, it is that these hands were made for cultivating souls, not carrying stuff.

I am learning to appreciate the process of letting more things go in order to embrace my children: certain expectations for my body, goals for my career, and the never-ending impulse to appear impressive, just to start. None of these are bad, per say; they just keep my heart and mind and calendar too full.

I think we all need to find a lifestyle with pockets. We need more built-in margins of time and space to stash our extra stuff for a little bit. I need a place in my heart to store up some expectations for myself that are sometimes life-giving, but right now only serve as distractions from my stay-present mama journey. I need pockets in my social life, and deeply appreciate the friendships that span those extra gaps with grace for me.

Because my amazing kids are little, and I don’t want to shove them into the proverbial pocket of “I’ll pick that up later.” But I am still grateful for these lifestyle pockets that hold on to desires and dreams and details for later.

If you are wondering if you have been fully initiated into #momlife yet, check your outfits for pockets. I bet you have some. Let them daily remind you to keep your hands and heart free for your kids today; because there is grace and new beginnings for those pocketed priorities to be picked up when the time is right.

And if you are not a mother, but somehow made it to the end of this post, I encourage you to take some time to thank your own mom for her pockets.

Maybe even buy her a cute dress with some attached.

Has your mom made room for you in her own heart and hands? Express your gratitude by sharing this post with her on Facebook or Twitter.

Jesus: The Rainbow Baby For All Creation


My sister is now 2 days past her due date for her first baby. I cannot WAIT for my niece to arrive. However, I believe my anticipation is far less emphatic than my dear sister and her husband who have waited over a year for this baby’s birth.

No, she has not been pregnant that whole time, but there exists a long and heavy load of expectancy in the timeline of a rainbow baby. My sisters story is similar to many: After miscarriage comes healing, physically and emotionally; in the midst of that—and sometimes before healing has done its full restorative work—two pink lines come into view, along with the shadow of anxiety and uncertainty of this second pregnancy. Mothers often call this their rainbow baby.

It is a long time to be in expectancy.

I can’t help but think this is how our world felt 2000 years ago. Adams choice miscarried our relationship with God right out of the garden of life. Beautiful and heartfelt attempts at new life ensued, but the law, the building of a temple, the unending bloodshed of innocent animals could not provide the heartbeat required for restored relationship with our Loving Creator.

Humanity, in longing and expectancy, was over due… past the due date by a million moments… and eager, yet hesitant, to finally see the birth of true salvation. True eternal life Himself was born, literally born! The metaphors of pregnancy and expectancy associated with the coming Messiah are not just a play on words. It is, in fact, the Word made flesh, humbly entering the time and space of spiraling earth as a helpless infant who would redeem the barrenness of our wayward hearts.

In reflections like these, I realize I, too, am overdue for Christ’s coming to truly impact my heart. Too often I am nonchalant, unaware of Immanuel. My sister could not be MORE aware of her beautiful belly; I too want to swell with ready expectation for the presence of God-with-us, both for today and for his second coming to truly make all things new:

“The one sitting on the throne was as brilliant as gemstones—…And the glow of an emerald circled his throne like a rainbow… Then the angel showed me a river with the water of life, clear as crystal, flowing from the throne of God and of the Lamb. No longer will there be a curse upon anything. For the throne of God and of the Lamb will be there, and his servants will worship him.

Revelation 4:3; 22:1, 3

Twins in Progress: Introducing….

The babies have arrived!


Please help Shane and I welcome our beautiful boy, Titus Zachariah Rosty:



Born on July 23, 1:16am, 6.5 lbs, 19.5 inches long

And our precious little lady, Evangeline River Rosty:


Born on July 23, 1:18am, 6.7 lbs, 18.5 inches long

Daddy and Mama are doing great! (Birth story of our peace-filled adventure to follow!)

Feel free to celebrate with us:

Pray for easy transition into being a family of 4,

find us on (Shane and Becky Rosty),

or drop by with a box of diapers anytime 🙂

Twins-in-Progress: Week 38

I take back everything I said about making it to 37 weeks. I just finished 38 weeks of pregnancy, and today I begin week 39. If I didn’t know any better, I’d be looking for the candid camera. We expected to be induced this past week, but my womb was not “favorable.” Honestly, I was at the breaking point of my convictions of birth, ready to just get it over with. God’s grace provided a doctor who raised my flag for me when I no longer could.  I am so blessed Dr. Damron understands the human body, the medical advances available, and my ultimate wishes to have a vaginal birth… and that he is willing to contend for the best scenario possible for us!

38 weeksThis update comes to you in a slightly different format, but I think you’ll get the idea of how things are going:

38 Weeks: July 13-19


I spent the first half of the week trying every home-induction idea available. By Monday, I was in complete breakdown mode:

  • I still hadn’t felt a single contraction,
  • we were heading to Billings the next day for an exam
  • I expected to return later in the week with babies in tow.
  • Emotions of my inadequacy to become a parent overwhelmed me

The Lord worked marvelously through friends and family to speak truth to my trembling heart. Will I ever reach the end of His grace for me?


  • Encouraging chat with a friend over bagels
  • I got home excited and a bit nervous for our appointment, thinking Shane would be pulling his hair out too… Alas, he was playing bluegrass tunes with our neighbor, completely relaxed. I am so grateful for a grounded husband.
  • a peaceful drive and encouraging conversation with the love of my life.
  • Worst moment of the week: the cervix check from hades (I will never again laugh at a man getting kicked in the nuts)
  • Surprise! My cervix is indeed stoic. (I have been comparing it to Helm’s deep of LOTR)
  • A bit of frustrated processing our options and eventual decision to follow our blessed Doctor’s advice and head home and wait it out
  • Another delicious trip to A&W (we are calling these trips to Billings our little Root-Beer-Float runs).
  • Sleeping soundly for the first time in several days


  • I dreamt about our beautiful babies all night
  • Funniest moment of the week: During one dream, I was talking to our little girl, and she was cooing back at me in the sweetest little voice imaginable. I woke up to the sound of my stuffy nose “cooing” the same sound. Thank you congested sinuses for the sweet dream stimulation.
  • I spent the day relaxed and at peace, visiting friends and shopping with my mom.
  • I had a couple “cramp-like” feelings, but nothing rhythmic
  • Ended the night with swollen feet but a happy heart


  • The air-conditioning was set to 67 and I was still sweating all night.
  • I was pretty restless and somewhat nauseous throughout the night as well.
  • I woke up with a new resident in my pelvis… it appears a bowling ball has replaced my baby down there.
  • Took an intense hike/walk during a hazy sunset. So happy that my future isn’t hazy to God.
  • Watched “the Hobbit” with that good-lookin’ man of mine.
  • No matter how hard I concentrate, I just can’t seem to “catch” any more labor symptoms.


  • Perused pictures of twins on pinterest: Can we get on with this already?! I can’t wait to meet my babies!
  • Efficiently mastered the art of nap, eat, walk, nap, eat, walk. Trying to stay rested just in case.

Lullaby of the week: Here’s My Heart. Crowder beckons us to come to Christ, offer Him our heart and listen to the truth He will speak to us:

I am found, I am Yours
I am loved, I’m made pure
I have life, I can breathe
I am healed, I am free

‘Cause You are strong, You are sure
You are life, You endure
You are good, always true
You are light breaking through

You are more than enough
You are here, You are love
You are hope, You are grace
You’re all I have, You’re everything

Truth I’m dwelling on: Romans 8 explains how all of creation experience the birth-pains of waiting for God’s people to be redeemed:

19 For the creation eagerly waits with anticipation for God’s sons to be revealed. 20 For the creation was subjected to futility—not willingly, but because of Him who subjected it—in the hope 21 that the creation itself will also be set free from the bondage of corruption into the glorious freedom of God’s children. 22 For we know that the whole creation has been groaning together with labor pains until now. 23 And not only that, but we ourselves who have the Spirit as the firstfruits—we also groan within ourselves, eagerly waiting for adoption, the redemption of our bodies. 24 Now in this hope we were saved, yet hope that is seen is not hope, because who hopes for what he sees? 25 But if we hope for what we do not see, we eagerly wait for it with patience.

I read this passage every day, remembering this patience for birth is just a minuscule example of the patience our world experiences for the perfection Christ will bring us to in the end. I want to yearn for Him in my life so much more than I do for this birth.

Looking forward to: Worshipping God through the glorious event of giving birth to our twins, whenever and however it happens.

Questions for the Mamas: 

What was your must-have song for your Delivery-day playlist?

Prayer Requests: 

  • Both Babies will be head-down when I go into labor.
  • I go into labor spontaneously before our appointment on Monday, so we can avoid Pitocin
  • That we will glorify our Savior and Sustainer, Jesus Christ, no matter what happens
  • For a spirit of humility to be cultivated in our two children starting now (they have received so much attention over the last couple weeks, you’d think the world revolved around them… and they are playing it up!)

I’m not making any more promises for when these babies will show up, but I trust God will deliver them in His perfect timing.

Twins-in-Progress: Week 37

I honestly didn’t think I would “get” to write a post about how my 37th week of pregnancy went. Everyone said, “twins? oh you’ll go early….” —doctors, friends, other twin moms, family. In traditional Becky-fashion, I’m here to prove you wrong and blaze my own trail (though this time, I really would have liked to live up to the expectation).

Doctors want me to schedule an induction soon (so the babies will be small enough for a vaginal birth). Shane and I are still praying about it, at the risk of the C-section I’ve worked so hard this whole pregnancy to avoid. Time will tell what God has planned for the birth of these kids. One thing is for sure, God has proven faithful thus far, and will continue to do so. My body is more powerful than I ever thought, and carrying two souls this long has broadened my perspective on God’s grace to sustain me.

Here’s to the week I never thought I’d have (of course there is still more time to have babies this weekend):

twins in progress week 3737 Weeks: July 6-12

Babies size: Watermelons (2 of them!)

What’s new with babies? Babies have definitely “dropped.”

What’s new with Mama? I keep feeling those stretchy pains of my skin and belly making more room for bigger babies.

Sleep: I’ve been getting 13+ hours per every 24 hour day this week! It could be all the extra walking/ball bouncing, but I have been logging in the hours of deep rest, and I’m not taking them for granted.

Best moment this week: a conversation with a friend that didn’t completely revolve around the babies/birth/pregnancy.

Babies’ Movement: Still kicking’ and rolling, especially when Shane plays and sings sweet songs to us.

Genders:  a Boy and a Girl.

Labor Signs/prep: I dream every night about having a contraction. Still nothing in reality. I do get a sharp pain at the top of my uterus every few hours. Several weeks ago, I thought it was my bra digging into my belly. After the babies dropped, I realized the pain was lower, but still a consistent, burning/digging-in feeling. Not sure if thats a weird form of braxton-hicks or what.

Natural Induction Attempts: Knowing my doctors would like to induce me soon, I thought I’d try a few “home remedies” to get labor started. Here’s what I think, (beware of TMI!):

  • Dancing
    • Effectiveness: babies definitely dropped after 20 minutes one day.
    • Thoughts: fun activity
  • Spicy Food
    • Effectiveness: nada for labor… but my sinuses clear up a bit!
    • Thoughts: I could do without the gas pains (dirty little trick to make me think I have labor pains)
  • Walking
    • Effectiveness: I thought I felt a contraction while racing through Walmart during Rodeo week (what was I thinking going in there this week?)
    • Thoughts: I passionately enjoy the runners high: pushing my body to the almost-breaking-point while running. Of course, I have avoided that through the whole pregnancy, to stave off pre-term labor. Now that we are past that point, I am enjoying the “9-months-pregnant-walker’s high” every day.
  • Pineapple
    • Effectiveness: zilch
    • Thoughts: tasty!
  • Evening Primrose Oil (orally)
    • Effectiveness: can’t tell yet, but hopefully it softens and dilates.
    • Thoughts: Smells so gross!!!
  • Birth-ball
    • Effectiveness: sore quads, perhaps more open hips?
    • Thoughts: I have no shame. I bounce like a circus monkey in our living room while watching youtube videos and admiring our gorgeous view. I’m sure our neighbors find my ball-work quite entertaining.
  • Labor Cake
    • Effectiveness: No contractions
    • Thoughts: DELICIOUS! (its a mighty chocolate overload)
  • Leaving the house a wreck
    • Effectiveness: I figured a sink full of dirty dishes would DEFINITELY do the trick. Alas, I woke up with no labor signs and a kitchen to clean.
    • Thoughts: I’ll try to keep things in order for our lovely puppy-sitter when we do head off suddenly. Maybe the cleaning will initiate a “nesting” mentality and get things going.
  • Stimulating the “lovely lady lumps”
    • Effectiveness: nothing
    • Thoughts: uncomfortable, though I haven’t tried the breast pump yet
  • Gettin’ frisky
    • Effectiveness: what are we measuring here? I feel like my big belly is a walking advertisement of our effective sex life. Unfortunately, the same tactics to get the babies in there hasn’t worked to get them out (yet).
    •  Thoughts: Ladies don’t kiss and tell 😉

Symptoms: Pain in my hips (there’s a baby getting ready down there), and more swelling in my feet.

Mood: I started this week out with a major hormonal shift. Sunday morning I woke up feeling like a 13 year old girl experiencing PMS for the first time. I was irritated and grumpy at everything. By the time we arrived at church, I was ready to weep. Thankfully, everyone at church is quite understanding of a woman who weeps during worship and communion. By mid-week, I was so burnt-out on emotional upheaval, I was beginning to feel a bit callused and inattentive.

Through it all, I strive desperately to come to Jesus every hour, searching the scriptures to shape my attitude in truth, not just what I’m feeling at the time. It can be a lot of work to fight your emotions and stay on track with truth, and I will say I am exhausted spiritually, mentally, physically, and emotionally from it (maybe that’s why God has granted me so much sleep this week! Hallelujah!).

Lullaby of the week: Every night this week, while we are getting ready for bed, Shane starts singing “This is the night…. its a beautiful night…” to my belly. The babies haven’t been cooperating with Shane’s tactics, but it definitely lands Bella Notte, from Lady and the Tramp, as the Lullaby of the Week.

Truth I’m dwelling on: Striving to be more desperate for Jesus than I am desperate to have these babies.

“…that I may know Him and the power of His resurrection…” Phil 3:10

Looking forward to: Experiencing all that God has planned for us these next few weeks.

Questions for the Mamas: 

Did you try natural induction techniques? What worked? What would you steer clear from?

Comment below to answer. And stay tuned, hopefully we will be posting the grand introduction of our beautiful son and daughter soon!

Not Just a Uterus: Worshiping back to my identity in Christ

Not just a Uterus:

more than a uterusThese past few weeks have been consumed with “when will the babies come?” Shane and I have engaged this intense waiting season with vigor (to hopefully make it shorter) and patience (more on Shane’s part than mine). For people around us though, it seems to be the only thing that exists.

Don’t misunderstand me; I am more than thrilled of this huge life change and new members of the Rosty family. But, as a book I’ve been reading puts it, I’d like to be perceived as more than a “walking uterus.”

I’m sure many women can relate. As a young adult, you are just a “future bride” to everyone: “When are you going to settle down and get married?” If you ever got that checked off the list, the commentators follow through with, “when are you going to start a family?”

These well meaning individuals are worse than the paparazzi. Those of you who did become mothers might identify with the “lost-identity” now that everything is about the kids. The future-bride turned future-baby-maker, then walking-uterus turned mother-hen can’t catch a break.

To be honest, I must confess to being such an annoying commentator myself… to my shame (and I apologize to anyone’s identity I reduced from daughter of the King of kings to just another stage of life).

Even though I sometimes resent all the comments about my new identity, I have wholeheartedly jumped into it. I stop blogging about anything but the babies. I spend my days priming my home and body for the new humans. I gravitate to conversations about parenting and birth and breast-feeding. I change my profile picture on Facebook to celebrate my bulging belly. Then all of a sudden, I sensed the discontent in my heart and wish someone would ask me how my ukulele skills are coming or what new combination I am testing this week on my scones (it is marachino-cherry-chocolate, by the way). I realize I feel disconnected and frustrated, not because of the commentators’ perception of my identity, but my own.

Thankfully, God is shaping me through this “walking-uterus” season. In fact, He has been working on my understanding of my identity since I was a little girl:

Figure-Skates and Crutches:

I spent many of my growing-up years inside the ice arena. My sisters and I learned to figure skate at a young age and loved sport. When I was 14, I was starting to progress in my skills and grace as a figure skater. But more importantly, I was growing spiritually. I began to see the gliding and spinning as a way to worship my Creator. I had always enjoyed singing worship in church, but realizing I could worship God through movement gave me a whole new way to express my love for Him. My identity was skater-for-Jesus and I was flourishing.

Then I broke my ankle. During the dress rehearsal for the Christmas show, I sailed across the ice to take a practice bow, stepped down and *snap!*

Five months off the ice meant my newfound love to worship God was again limited. As I hobbled around on crutches, my identity required a bit of reshuffling. I wanted to be grumpy, but I felt God call me to worship Him.

It was not graceful gliding. It wasn’t choreographed to beautiful music. Limping my way around for months hardly felt like worship. But I learned to make it so. I put on a smile and held on to gratitude. I became “gimp-for-Jesus” and, you know what, I flourished in that too.

Worship redefined:

Colossians says, “Whatever you do, work at it with all your heart, as working for the Lord, not for human masters, 24 since you know that you will receive an inheritance from the Lord as a reward. It is the Lord Christ you are serving.” (Col. 3:23-24)

Through figure-skates and crutches, God taught me how to offer a joyful sacrifice of praise to Him in all circumstances. Today, I am remembering to offer that same praise from the bottom of my heart… right next to my expanding uterus. A part of me wants to be free of the seemingly all-consuming identity I am diving into. I want to be more than “walking-uterus.” But just like that 14-year old girl learned to worship on crutches, I am learning how my waddling through the panty-liner aisle at Walmart can be worship too.

I want my pregnancy to worship God. I am striving for a birth that honors His heart. I want to parent in a way that exalts His name. I just need to remind myself that I’m not just a “walking-uterus”, but I am a “walking-uterus-for-Jesus!” And I am flourishing.

So bring on the questions and comments about pregnancy and motherhood. If I’m perceiving my identity in Christ correctly, I’ll tell you all about God’s goodness through it all.

How about you?

What season of life have you found yourself in? Do you find it easy to worship God through this identity, or do you resent being in such a season?

Twins-in-Progress: Week 35-36

Been another whirlwind couple of weeks! I’d like to thank everyone who offered prayers and perspective regarding our birth decisions. I have deeply appreciated our relationship with Dr. Rice in Buffalo. With Lil-lefty consistently breech, we had to decide whether to have a C-section in Buffalo or find a new direction. Dr. Rice understood my wishes, and was gracious enough to refer us to a perinatologist in Billings who is confident about vaginal birth with twins. Our plan is to have a vaginal birth in Billings, with a breech extraction for baby B. As long as we go into labor spontaneously in the next week we won’t have to do an induction!

Even as we were meeting with Dr. Damron in Billings, I still wasn’t sure. All week long, I had been praying for discernment. The Holy Spirit never gave me a “this is the plan” moment, but He did lead my husband. As soon as we left Billings Clinic, Shane exclaimed, “we are going to have our babies here!” He was so confident about the doctors and facilities. My hormonal and wavering mentality desperately needed that kind of rock-solid assurance. I am so grateful that God works to meet my needs through the direction of Shane. What a blessed partnership.

On that note, we celebrated our 4th Anniversary of covenantal marriage, and couldn’t be happier! I’m sure you want to know the stats of the weeks, so without further ado….

35 36 week

35-36 Weeks 35-36: June 22-July 5

How far along? 9 months

Babies size: Honeydews.

What’s new with babies? Not much. Just chillin’ at around 5 1/2 to 6 pounds each

What’s new with Mama? I’m snoring now, which is new. My belly measures “42 weeks” but still doesn’t seem humongous. I’m beating the heat with lots of pool-time and relaxing in the air conditioning of our new home.

Weight Gain: none.

Sleep: I am getting used to the “roll over every 20 minutes to keep my hands from tingling” kind of interrupted sleep… not sure Shane is used to it yet.

Exercise: Been pushing myself a lot more these past weeks. Long walks with Mr. Darcy (when it’s cool enough), yoga and squats. Even if I don’t get these babies out sooner than later, at least I’ll have toned thighs!

Best moment this week: We celebrated our Anniversary, (June 25, 2010) while in Billings for the perinatologist check up. The OB appointment was LOOOONG and mentally exhausting. For whatever reason, I was craving a root-beer float, to which Shane whole-heartedly agreed. We found an A&W at a gas station on the edge of town, doubting it would have the old-fashioned “chilled mugs” we were hoping for. Alas, A&W came through and we were quite elated!IMG_5593

banjo loveAfterward, we visited the all-time-best music store ever, Guitars & Amps, like we do every trip to Billings. Shane played with the banjos and I purchased a replacement uke for the one lost during pregnancy-brain season. I love how the babies settle down to the sweet strums of this tropical instrument.

Finally, Shane took me to Ciao Mambo. This restaurant is life-changing (I’ve blogged about it before here). We ordered Italian nachos from heaven and went to town (ahem, the pregnant lady went to town, Shane was still full from the floats). A complimentary square of tiramisu to celebrate 4 years of married bliss, and we were off to our own bed and comfy new home. It wasn’t a grand honeymoon or anything, but I can’t express how blessed I am for little moments like those with my good-looking’ man.

What do you miss/NOT miss? I miss jogging and hiking and bike riding. I do not miss how frustrated I get at the beginning of every summer when I’m not as in shape to enjoy these activities.

Babies’ Movement: Turns out, the Right ninja has his little bum (not feet) in my right side ribs. He is one tall boy already. Lil’ lefty is still breech; I like to think that she simply likes to cuddle near my heart. I am so eager for those cuddles with her on my chest.

Food cravings: Found the holy grail of pregnancy food: raspberry-filled oatmeal cookies. After I posted their praise on Facebook, a very kind friend made me home-made raspberry oatmeal bars! I’ve also craved green beans, yogurt, and peaches these past few weeks.

Genders:  a Boy and a Girl.

Labor Signs/prep: No labor signs yet. I am now further identified as an anomaly because I have passed the most common week for twin birth (week 36). After our visit with Dr. Damron gave me something to prep for, and I finally wrote my birth plan.IMG_5601

My mom and I tackled a unique sewing project: a birth-skirt! I like the idea of feeling less like a patient, more like a champion-of-birth during labor and delivery. Birth skirts can be a little pricey online, so we made our own out of 3x men’s swim-trunks.IMG_5597

With a sports bra or bikini top, I feel a bit more like I’m gearing up for the sporting-event of my life (which is definitely how I’ve been “training” for birth this last month too).IMG_5602

Symptoms: Essential oils have helped my rashes, acne, and congestion. I am still not “super uncomfortable”, despite the sympathy comments I get from perfect strangers. I feel energetic and at peace with the current pregnancy circumstances and birth plan.

Mood: Blessed and at peace, but really ready to meet these babies!!!

Lullaby of the week: Giving up by Ingrid Michaelson (a favorite love song throughout Shane and my relationship.)

Truth I’m dwelling on: God always provides. I was so anxious about what direction to go regarding the birth of these twins. I have been working hard to have a medication-free birth, but that is not an option available to us. In the end, I was faced with a c-section in Buffalo, or a breech extraction birth, for which an epidural is required. From day 1 of pregnancy, I was determined to have as natural a birth as possible. I was confused that God wasn’t making this desire and conviction possible.

I come back to Psalm 46: “there is a river whose streams make glad the city of God, the holy habitation of the Lord Most High. God is the midst of her, she shall not fail…”

When my focus is on praising Jesus, failure is not an option. No matter what type of birth God brings me through, I will be praising Him the whole time. My existence, whether in pregnancy, giving birth, raising babies, writing, or scone-baking, is to make my Lord glad.

Looking forward to: Shane compares our extensive preparation, book reading, and packing to riding a bike: “you can read about how to ride a bike as much as you want, but won’t know what its like until you get on the bike. You have to learn as you go.” I am looking forward to “getting on the bike,” and seeing what God is going to do.

35 36 weekQuestions for the Mamas: As we finish up our last minute registry purchases/baby needs, we are trying to whittle down the list. So mamas,

How crucial are the following:

  • baby monitor (for a 1 level house)
  • high chairs
  • car seat covers?

Answer by commenting below!

Twins-in-Progress: Week 34

34 week

34 Weeks: June 15-21

How far along? 238 Days, 8 months, 2 weeks

Babies size: Butternut Squash(?)

What’s new with babies? Still cookin’

What’s new with Mama? My belly measures “40 weeks” now, which would be full term for a single baby.

Weight Gain: 1 lb in the last 2 weeks.

Sleep: Allergies are hitting with full force, so I am congested and SNORING like a logger. Shane is grateful we have a spare bedroom for his own personal sleep-retreat.

Exercise: Lots of yoga, walks, and squats, when I have the energy. Gearing up for the big day!

pottery mamaBest moment this week: Spending time with our families during our last trip to Casper without babies in tow. My mom and sisters and I thoroughly enjoyed a refreshing afternoon painting pottery. It is truly beautiful how God keeps us tight through the years. Now that we are all “grown ups,” our relationship looks different; but we will always be sisters and daughters… and now mothers! I look forward to our family-friendship blossoming through the years to come.

What do you miss/NOT miss? I miss wearing my wedding ring (our 4th anniversary is next week!).

Babies’ Movement: The Right ninja continues to dig his (I’m sure adorable) mangy little feet into my right side ribs. Baby B keeps me guessing on her position. I feel movement up high, and later down by my kidneys and bladder ( :/ ). Either she has a strong punch, or she keeps flipping around.

Food cravings: early in the week it was pizza. By the end of the week I was making a child-hood favorite snack: peanut butter and apple-jacks sandwich. YUM! (it’s a wonder I’ve only gained 1 pound in the last 2 weeks).

Genders:  a Boy and a Girl.

Kids room prep: We focused on getting the baby room and supplies 100% ready to bring twins home to.

Andy ripping the pallet apart while I hold it down with my planet-sized body.
Andy ripping the pallet apart while I hold it down with my planet-sized body.

My friend Andy and I made the sign (above) for the babies’ room from a pallet. She did most of the work, like a boss. In addition, Andy also sent us the “adventurous” photos that surround the sign. (If you like what you see, order some yourself! You won’t regret giving her your business! Check out her website: AG Photography)

The quote is from my baby shower. We played mad-libs and somehow ended up with the phrase “Never forget to adventure your space…” I think it’s pretty good advice.

Labor Signs/prep: No signs of labor still! With Lil’ Lefty potentially breech, our doctor is referring us to a clinic in Billings where we we can deliver Baby A naturally, then turn Baby B for a natural birth as well. I appreciate your prayers as we decide where is best to deliver these babies.

Symptoms: Allergies have taken over, but my spirit’s stay high, especially with my rash and swelling going down.

Mood: At Peace and confident.

Lullaby of the week: Shane said his song was “Waiting on the world to Change,” by John Mayer. As appropriate as this song is, I feel that his “Stop this Train” more aptly describes my emotions about this season.

Truth I’m dwelling on: Shane and I are building family “traditions” now, before the babies come, to support our values and convictions. One of these is to read scripture as a family. This week, we knew God was calling us to have greater faith in Him. We decided to read Hebrews 11, the Bible’s Hall of Faith. I have been reading the stories of these faithful movers and shakers out loud to our kids this week, and to myself.

take up the shield of faith, with which you will be able to extinguish all the flaming arrows of the evil one. Eph 6:16

Looking forward to: Holding my babies in my arms (and having other people hold them for a change!)

Questions for the Mamas: I am making double batches of dinners (and desserts) this week to freeze. We also have a Meal-Train set up for friends and family to bring us meals when the babies come. (If you’d like to bring us a meal, click the link). But I’d love to know…

What meals did you prefer to eat after bringing the babies home? Anything to avoid?

Feel free to answer via commenting below!

Twins-in-Progress: Weeks 32-33

These past couple weeks have been a major whirlwind. We celebrated our babies yet again with a shower hosted by our home church in Story, WY.




Later, we had our 32 week ultrasound and check up. After that, we celebrated my June 7th Birthday by moving in to the new house!

Mr. Darcy checkin’ out the view.

I didn’t get a chance to post about week 32, since we were furiously unpacking (and I was too excited to be working on the nursery!). Here’s the catch up post for the past few weeks.

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32-33 Weeks: June 1-14th

How far along? 8 months, 1 weeks

Babies size: Babies are still about the size of pineapples, just fleshing out some fat for insulation after birth. They are going to need it, because our new house has this ROCKIN’ air conditioner keeping it a balmy 67 degrees inside for this very preggo mama.

What’s new with babies? Baby B turned breech sometime in the last few weeks. Our little ninja is still head-down and ready to go.

What’s new with Mama? Tingly hands.  At this point, there isn’t a “comfortable” position to be in: sitting is as rough as laying down. So I just try to stay active and go for lots of walks/stretching sessions.

Weight Gain: At my appointment I was at a grand total of 207 lbs. They guessed the babies should weigh 4 lbs 10 oz (boy), and 4 lbs 5 oz (girl), give or take 10 oz. If we are even close to this weight range, I am carrying a good 8 pounds of baby around, with 1 1/2 months to go. Game on!

Sleep: My hands (and now hips) go numb when I lay down. What am I supposed to do with the limb underneath all the weight of this planet-sized mama when I sleep?

Exercise: Now that we are in the new house, I am establishing a very relaxed but active routine. I write one thank-you note a day and take a walk to submit it to the mailbox. I also have a glorious back porch to do yoga on. I find I am so much more comfortable when I make stretching a priority.

Best moment this week: 

God answered a prayer in a very personal and intimate way this week:

I was succumbing to anxiety regarding finances (a new mortgage, twins, and adoption can be intimidating). Taking that fear captive, I immediately prayed, “God show me how you are going to provide in all things.”

Within an hour, 3 things happened:

1. We opened a $100 gift card that was misplaced after the church baby shower. It was just significant enough to touch my heart, knowing God will provide each day at a time.

2. Later, I noticed on Facebook a friend who was looking for a gently-used woombie for her baby. I have also been looking for some woombies, so I commented on her status to keep her eyes open for a couple more. When I checked the mail less than an hour later, I discover a friend had sent us 2 woombies!

3. Finally, as I was praying for our adoption and provision, God brought to mind a family who has been struggling for three years to adopting a boy. I sent this waiting mother a message saying I was praying for them today. An hour after that, she posted on Facebook a picture of her and her son… That very day was their “gotcha day!” They will be bringing him home soon.

These 3 gifts testified to how amazing my God is. He loves to give good gifts to His children, even within hours of our prayers. I didn’t deserve these special gifts of encouragement, and I don’t expect them all the time, but I am no longer overwhelmed by looking at our finances. Instead, I am BEYOND overwhelmed by looking at the bigness and faithfulness of God’s kindness.

What do you miss/NOT miss? I am missing hiking and kayaking this week. The Yellowstone half marathon is this coming weekend…. Back in October I signed up to run in it. Thankfully I was able to sell my ticket and a friend of mine can enjoy the beautiful outdoors while I gear up for the FULL marathon coming my way in July

Babies’ Movement: I feel ninja kicks in my right rib cage. He also has a tendency to stretch his whole body and I can feel pressure from my ribs to my bladder and even on my side. Lil lefty does a tap dance on my left ovary (or around there) every once in a while. I’m pretty sure these kids are determined to scramble up my insides, making sure they never have to share with anyone but each other. Too bad, my beauties, we already have kid #3 on the way.

Food cravings: twizzlers. Snickers (I have never enjoyed snickers before pregnancy… so weird).

Genders:  a Boy and a Girl.

Kids room prep: My marvelous parents bought us these cribs, and thanks to my spectacular sister-in-law and MIL, they are all set up and ready for babies!20140614-045802-17882266.jpg

For my birthday, my dad took over my dresser-to-changing table UPcycle for me. I couldn’t be happier with the project!! (He used spray paint… I am still determined to tackle a chalk paint project another day)


And finally, my GLORIOUS and particularly good-looking-as-of-since-forever husband bought this bad-boy for my Birthday too. I will now be cushioned in luxury as I spend 40% of each day attached to the wee ones.


Labor Signs/prep: No signs. I am no longer subscribing to anyone who says “they’ll come early.” My body is a power house and both babies are healthy. My doctor said my cervix is like Fort Knox, so not to worry about preterm labor. With no complications, we are in this for the long haul. I’m getting off my Heineken and back in the game for overtime.

Symptoms:  My doctor confirmed my skin issues as Puppp, a common skin rash, especially for MoMs (moms of multiples). At a few suggestions, I invested in virgin coconut oil, really hoping I wouldn’t be allergic. TA-da, it has transformed my skin, cleared most of the rashes, and even significantly helped my acne. God knew what he was doing when he made the coconut. As a bonus, I smell like a piña colada all day.

Other symptoms include the tingly hands, difficulty sleeping, and occasional bladder leak when I sneeze. Hey, there’s not a lot of room in there, what can I expect.

Mood: the move has kept me distracted from potentially disheartening emotions this week. Still, when I feel a sensitive moment coming on, I try to warn Shane ASAP if the emotional forecast. It helps us both be better prepared for the emotional climate which may or may not include 50% chance of tears or “scattered thunderstorms” in the evening.

Lullaby of the week: At Last by Etta James. It’s an ode to finally settling into our new home, but it will be appropriate for the day in hold my twins in my arms too.

Truth I’m dwelling on:  There is life after labor and delivery!

Last week, I became very discouraged after we discovered baby B was breech. I was actually a little bit angry with her. I have put so much thought, practice, exercise, good posture, education, and prayer into having my best chance for a natural delivery. We were doing so good, then lil’ lefty decided to flip, and who knows if she will have room to flip back again?

After the ultrasound, a friend texted me to ask if I would like hand-me-down girl clothes for the winter. It truly lifted my spirits to know my friend was thinking of our little girl at 6 months of age. I gained perspective that day, that bring babies into the world is not just a one day event… just as a marriage is not all about the wedding day. In 6 months, we will be celebrating Christ’s birth at Christmas, regardless of my birth experience. I will keep praying and working hard for the optimal birth story, but in the end it’s all in Jesus hands.

In the meantime, I learned something about our little girl. Unlike her stretchy brother, she is a cuddler, and just wants to be closer to the sound of my voice. That makes me smile and feel quite endearing toward my daughter. Still, Shane is going to try talking through a paper towel roll at the bottom of my belly to get her to flip head-down again. We will see if it works!

Looking forward to: Hitting that all-too important 34 week twin milestone.

Questions for the Mamas: what would you change about my Go-bag list? I compiled it based on the “must haves” mentioned in various books, blogs, and magazines. Would you add anything or find anything unnecessary?

Thanks for answering by commenting below!


Adoption-in-Progress: Home Study Complete

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It is my Birthday tomorrow, and I am celebrating our adoption home study being complete and paid for! God has done great things through this adoption process. As I document our progress for the twins (due July 2014), I figured I might as well add a few progress reports for our adoption as well. If you are new to our family-making saga, catch up here.

How far along? Home study is complete! We have now been officially in this program for 8 months now. If this were a pregnancy, I’d be nearing the home-stretch. Adoption takes a bit more time, so I’ll say we have finished our first “trimester”. The next stage is submitting our Dossier to South Africa, then wait 1-2 years for the right child (the one God has in mind) to be placed with us (the family He has chosen for this child).

World-traveler size: Who knows!? Our beautiful “baby C” might not even be born yet. Our program designates a child between the ages of 1-4 years.

Best moment this season: Receiving God’s provision, financially and emotionally, through this whole process. Though the adoption process slowed down to accommodate the coming twins, we continue to take steps in faith and great expectation! Every financial milestone we encountered in this last year, God has provided effortlessly.

Gender:  Not sure (I think it will be a girl, Shane thinks it will be a boy).

Lullaby of the Season:  Somewhere, Beyond the Sea from Finding Nemo… I sing this song often while thinking about our dear world-traveler. Whenever and however God chooses to bring us together, it will be a great adventure indeed.

Truth I’m dwelling on: Experiencing pregnancy and adoption at the same time has been a whirlwind. I deeply appreciate Romans for bringing perspective:

“For we know that the whole creation has been groaning together with labor pains until now. And not only that, but we ourselves who have the Spirit as the firstfruits—we also groan within ourselves, eagerly waiting for adoption, the redemption of our bodies. Now in this hope we were saved, yet hope that is seen is not hope, because who hopes for what he sees?” Romans 8:22-24

Wow! All of creation—the trees in my yard, my dog on the couch, the babies in my belly—we are all longing for reception, completion, and the perfection of meeting our Father face-to-face. I am so excited to meet our world-traveler in person (even just to have a picture!), but none of it compares to the longing I have, along with all creation around me, to be one with Christ.

Looking forward to: Doing more training and working on the next set of documents.