Love Comes Rudely

Wow, got completely worked up last night!  I was on a rampage.  Uh ohhh....

I was so excited to see the "Love" series by Janette Oke come on the Hallmark channel last night.  Of course, the movies deviated from the books so much, I wouldn't have recognized them.  Anyway, they were already playing Belinda's story by the time I turned it on.

So Belinda's having trouble getting pregnant AND she's a doctor caring for her pregnant friend.  Good times already.  (Shoulda turned it off right then!)

So before the first commercial I'm already mildly irritated when Belinda says every labor is an emergency.  Is that so?

Then someone tells Belinda her hair is too shiny to be the mark of an infertile woman.  Okay, now I'm making snide remarks to the television.  (My hair does look a little dull.  Infertility or hard water?  IDK.)

Then the same someone tells Belinda she should "relax and read a book before bedtime."  Belinda does it and gets pregnant.  Wow!  Had NOOOO idea reading helped you ovulate.  Wait.  I seem to have read a few books before...big ones, even! 

I feel so snarky.  To be this mad over Janette Oke movies!  But COME ON, PEOPLE!  Sheesh.

The ONLY redeeming thing in the entire movie was when a pregnant woman goes into labor, and Belinda decides not to use forceps but takes advice to just move the woman's position to overcome dystocia.  Okay, I'll give her that one.  Besides that, you're done in MY book, Miss Oke!  I have a stack of your novellas I no longer know what to do with....

Catch-Up

It really has been ages since I've been on here!  I am avoiding school work at any cost, so I thought I'd take a few moments to blog about what all has been going on lately. 

First things first...I started college!!!  I know, wow!  Big leap.  I'd been debating on it for soooo long, and realized time had lapsed, and that I could have been DONE already had I just started, so decided to take the huge plunge.  Five classes, way too much to information to retain, and definitely not enough hours in the day.  That about sums it up.

Next.  Infertility has been pushed to the background right now.  Actually maybe for good.  For the first time in 3 years, I haven't kept track of periods, sex, "symptoms", or ANYTHING!  It's scarey, actually.  Just to let it all go is insane.  It feels like I'm relinquishing control.

So for the third change, speaking of relinquishing control, one also has to realize when one HAS no control.  So "my music" (it amuses me that I chose those words) has been pushed to the background as well, also possibly for good.  Again, scarey and insane, but learning to accept what I cannot change.  So starting Wednesday night, I am going to enjoy the worship service approximately 16" further down that I have in awhile, and sit with my brothers and sisters in the congregation. 

I've mentioned one of my favorite thoughts is that sometimes it's not weak to give up.  Sometimes it requires great strength to let go; that is what I am discovering.  When I start to feel overwhelmed by any one of these things slipping out of my control (that word again!), and feel my airways constrict, and tears stinging my eyes, I am reminding myself that I am STRONG.  I am ABLE.  I am doing what is best for me.  Self-preservation is a wonderful thing.  :)  With Christ, all things are possible... 

Even Physics!  ;)