Fast
Our stake is doing a media fast for the next week! I'm super excited about it since I haven't been able to do an actual fast (going without food for a period of time) for many moons. Ha ha!
So, it basically means that my family and I will abstain from TV, movies, non-uplifting music, internet, etc. for seven days. The whole point is for us to connect as a family, do productive things, and become more in tune with Heavenly Father.
So, you'll just have to do without my super exciting blog posts until next Monday (March 4th). Unless I feel inspired to blog about stuff going on here.
But my guess is that I will have my hands full actually watching my children, since their cartoon privileges will be revoked, along with my Pinterest rights.
Baby Update: Went to the hospital again last night with steady contractions. The nurse reassured me, as she told me to go home and I sobbed into my hospital gown, that I was in labor and I shouldn't feel bad. It's just they couldn't keep me because I'm only 36 weeks. She told me to come in any time, which basically means I will not go in unless a) my water breaks or b) Jeremy finds me in a fetal position on the floor with excruciating contractions of death. It's just too hard to go in and not stay. It's like standing in a line at Disneyland for 3 hours only to find out it's just the line for the bathroom. The men's bathroom.
So, it basically means that my family and I will abstain from TV, movies, non-uplifting music, internet, etc. for seven days. The whole point is for us to connect as a family, do productive things, and become more in tune with Heavenly Father.
So, you'll just have to do without my super exciting blog posts until next Monday (March 4th). Unless I feel inspired to blog about stuff going on here.
But my guess is that I will have my hands full actually watching my children, since their cartoon privileges will be revoked, along with my Pinterest rights.
Baby Update: Went to the hospital again last night with steady contractions. The nurse reassured me, as she told me to go home and I sobbed into my hospital gown, that I was in labor and I shouldn't feel bad. It's just they couldn't keep me because I'm only 36 weeks. She told me to come in any time, which basically means I will not go in unless a) my water breaks or b) Jeremy finds me in a fetal position on the floor with excruciating contractions of death. It's just too hard to go in and not stay. It's like standing in a line at Disneyland for 3 hours only to find out it's just the line for the bathroom. The men's bathroom.
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