Can I do this again? Should I try? Let's give it a shot. Xanga is out. Nobody seems to use it anymore. Blogger is the way to go apparently, especially if you want to give a missionary update and I from here out, declare myself to be a missionary with updates worth reading.... Perhaps. In any case, they're worth writing.
Love. Marriage. Babies. That's kind of how it goes, right? I never thought the path would pass so quickly before me as it has. And who would have thought that my first pregnancy might end. Has it? Not officially, and we all know what the fat lady says (or doesn't say). Hopefully she won't sing. Not now.
The latest news (those far behind will have to go to Facebook posts because there's no daily life blogs here), a friend who's a doctor is going to check out what happened at the doctor's office the Friday before last. This Friday is the deadline for waiting for a miscarriage to pass through. If, by Friday, I still have no symptoms, my friend is arranging an appointment with another doctor. I'm not asking for prophesies-- they really do take me on emotional roller coasters. I accept God's will and have mourned for my child. The hope has not left, but it's being kept under control. I do not want to mourn again for this baby.
But this is my statement before God and before you all. God's will may be for this life or it may be for another. But if there is life within me, if this baby is alive, her name will be Bella Nasyah-- Beatiful Miracle of God.
In other news, I got my hair cut. I know, it's a weird statement to follow up the baby news, but it's true. It's pretty short. But everyone seems to like it. I needed change. I needed freshness.