Last week was a week full of wonderful surprises and answered prayers. Sunday started off with the AC breaking in the middle of the night (that wasn't the wonderful part or an answer to prayer). I was jabbing Phil at 3:30 in the morning telling him that the AC display went blank. Yes, in the middle of the night, we were tinkering with the AC unit and going through the files to find our warranty information. I wasn't out of bed Monday morning before I called our warranty company-in which they told me it would be 8 days before someone could come look at our AC. I explained to the representative that we lived in Florida, that it was 95 degrees, and that I am 6 months pregnant. 8 days just wasn't acceptable. They put in a medical concession, had another representative call me back only to tell me that it would still be the same time frame. UGH. I was preparing for a long, HOT week. I was thinking about camping out in a department store just to be in the AC. And I also considered camping out in my office at school-I'm not kidding. BUT....God answered some major prayers:
1. A friend who I have gotten to know well through tutoring her daughter had a floor unit AC that she brought to our house on Monday evening. I was on the phone and mentioned that the AC went out and she was at our house within 2 hours. The unit has turned our bedroom into Antarctica and I LOVE it.
2. On Tuesday, I was tutoring another student and when his dad came to pick him up, I asked him how our 85 degree house felt. He is a previous builder and contractor, and without asking him, he had our AC repaired and running in 1 hour, adding on that he would be offended if I ever offered him a dime to repair it.
3. Thursday was our LAST day of school for the year, making it one glorious day. We celebrated by eating at Mitchell's Fish House with a GC somebody had given Phil. The pecan encrusted talapia, mashed potatoes, and green beans melted in my mouth.
4. Friday (June 11) marked 24 weeks in my pregnancy. To some this might just be another week, but to Phil and me, it was a HUGE milestone! 24 weeks is known as Viability Day-meaning that a newborn child has 50% chance of surviving outside the womb at 24 weeks and the percentage grows everyday. We pray regularly that this baby will make it full-term, but we have much more confidence that if something were to happen this baby would be just fine with all of the tools, resources, and technology the NICU has for premature babies.
My parents decided last minute to come down for the weekend. It turned out to be great because the baby furniture arrived earlier in the week and dad and I were able to go pick it up at JCPenny on Saturday morning. "Pop" was more than willing to put the crib and bookcase together and had it up in no time.
We started off the week with the AC crashing and we ended the week laying on the floor in Nolan's nursery-talking and daydreaming about his arrival. Phil tells me everyday that he "can't wait for Nolan to get here." I, on the other hand, am very excited, but am in NO rush at this point. Ask me in 2 months, and I'm sure the answer will be different. His kicks have gotten so much harder, I love knowing he is growing inside me and that I am taking care of his every need. I have identified when he gets hiccups and finding where he is kicking me is so much easier. The most special time is when Phil is talking to Nolan and telling me where and when he is kicking me (like I don't know, but it is still so cute). It was a week full of exciting surprises and milestones. Can next week be the same way?
