Time to blog...My husband is really making me look like a slacker on this!

LOL, I love my husband. He is the most amazing man in the world. I catch myself just starring at him in awe because of the amazing things he does for me. For those of you who don't know, I am not physically nor athletically inspired in the ways of athleticism...if that made any sense. Jon, on the other hand, IS. He rides his bike to and from work/school everyday, uphill both ways and even in the rain...LOL, its true!! He loves doing this. He comes home and he's not tired or in a bad mood from being dripping wet from the rain or just because its hot outside. And then his first order of business is to take care of me, after putting his bike up on his way too cool stand that he built for it.
This man is my hero. He never complains about anything, even when I'm grumpy and totally way too emotional, i.e. experiencing an overload of pregnancy hormones, he never looses his cool. He is always looking for ways to make me happy. I cannot begin to describe the amount of sadness I will feel when he has to leave at the end of October to go to Army camp. Although I know he will really enjoy playing soldier, I know he will be at a terrible loss. He and I wont be able to experience the exciting things that pregnancy holds for us together. Nor will he get to see me get bigger and bigger as the third trimester comes. It just makes me want to cry. My most amazing, loving husband, who deserves to experience every last bit of this, simply wont be able to.
BUT, we both know and trust God had this planned from the beginning, before we were ever married even. God knows, and we dont, and I'm okay with just trusting Him to carry me through those months without him. There will be tears, those are inevitable, I have discovered during pregnancy, but there will be lots of journaling and picture taking and documenting of every single event that happens when he is gone. I will record everyday that I am not with him and tell him what the baby does and what I'm feeling like. Jon is an avid reader, so I know he will love to come home for a short stay at Christmas and catch up on Angie and the baby. I love him so dearly, I cannot even imagine, just 4 months pregnant now, how much more I could love anything or anyone else in this world, and then we get the most wonderful blessing of all, A BABY! I love you Jon, my husband and my Hero. I love you Baby Houston, even though I cant see you, or feel you just yet, know you are so dearly loved by your mommy and daddy!

And that is about all lil Angie can write, partly because I have made myself start crying...which is just getting to be a normal thing around here! LOL. These next 5 months are going to be great, I have a wonderful husband, and loving friends and family to support me! What else could a new expectant mom need?! I love you all!

AND FOR THOSE OF YOU WHO HAVEN;T, READ THE AWESOME POEM JON WROTE, THIS MAN'S GOT TALENT!!

Lake Bryan

This Saturday past,
Jon looked at Angie and asked
"How 'bout we go to Lake Bryan?
I'll run 'round the shore
while you pore o'er Beth Moore.
I'd appreciate your complyin'."

And then Angie said,
while looking ahead,
into time as she does when Jon's not:
"Yes, but dear Jon,
do not wander yon
while I study and you take a trot."

Said Jon to his bride:
"As the Lake Bryan tide
flows out and comes briskly back,
shall I be on this venture,
lest I receive censure.
Go get ready while I pack a snack."

With the windows low
so the wind could blow
we sang our way to the place
where Angie would hang
and do her thang
while Jon went off on a race.

When Jon returned,
he'd perspired and burned
and his wife was indeed a quick spotter.
"You're cooked and sweaty
like boiled spaghetti.
Go throw yourself in the water."

Jon wasted no time.
The water was sublime.
It enveloped and cooled and soothed.
"Come on in! It feels great!"
"Not today, my soul mate!
I fear those fish which are toothed!"

"Besides," said she
"It's time that we flee
because we have only an hour
for us to get back
to our little shack
so that you can take ye a shower."

So we picked up and left
with movements most deft
and our spirits high in their prime.
Our appearance we prepped
'fore we drove and then stepped
through the doors of the church on time.

And that about sums up our Saturday!

-JH-

Only because it was requested...

As requested...Here's the outside view...Week 11...yay, only 29 weeks to go!! See inside view below..lol.

Oh, baby!

Okay, it's been over a week since our first doctor visit, but here is the update...from Jonathan's point of view.

Dr. Blasingame is excellent. If anyone is looking for a good OB/GYN, I recommend her. She listened to all of our questions and answered them, made Angie feel comfortable, and was very friendly. When we got to the fun part (the sonogram), she put that goo on Angie's tummy, put the ultrasound gizmo on there, and I was expecting to have to wait while she searched around looking for an identifiable form...

"Oh, there it is!" she after about 3 seconds. What it looked like to me was a television screen that wasn't getting any reception. She explained what we were looking at and snapped the picture that you see below.

God our Father has kept the newest little Houston is in perfect health! He/she has four little "buds" that will become arms and legs. One of them is held up in the sonogram as if to say "Hello world." It's little head is on the right side.

"Does it still have a tail?" I asked. Angie rolled her eyes, and Dr. B suppressed a giggle. "No" was the answer from both of them. I had asked because we have this book that shows the week by week growth of your baby. Early in the pregnancy, I saw pictures of little developing babies with tails. Thought I'd ask.

When Dr. B moved the ultrasound thing around on Angie's tummy, that little baby started kicking and jumping and literally bouncing off the walls in there. "This is an active baby!" said Dr. B. I was excited about that.

Our next visit is on August 15th!

Hi-ho, Hi-ho, it's to the OB/GYN we go!

Since Angie wanted to be distanced as far as possible from this entry bearing the above title, let it be known that this is Jonathan's blog entry.

With that, we are going to the OB/GYN for the first time tomorrow! Angie will get off of work early and I will pick her up at 2:00pm so that we can get to the doctor's office for our appointment at 3:00. We should get the first sonogram. Angie told me that Matt and Lara Palermo could hear their little baby's heartbeat after being pregnant for 6 weeks. Since Angie's been pregnant for about 10 weeks, I'm really excited about see what's going on in there! One of my buddies whose wife is now 6 months pregnant said that it's incredible to see the sonogram of the little life that is growing within your wife.

Right now, I don't know if I will be able to see our baby be born in either late January or early February because I will be training with the Army. I have talked to the department that runs the Engineering Officer Basic School (EOBC), though, and they gave me some hope. However, my human emotions get the best of me at times. Even if I do get to be there when Angie gives birth, I will have to leave almost immediately after depending on what day it happens on. Then, I'll have to be away until April when I'm done with EOBC. I may get to see Angie and our little son or daughter on a weekend before then, but I can't help realizing that our little baby won't even know my voice when I get home. I will be a stranger, unfamiliar, and alien to my own child. I know that my mind is blowing this out of proportion. The good thing is this: it motivates me to love even more on my family and fight harder to make time in my schedule to be with them. For anyone who reads this who is married and has big ambitions, let me testify to you that there is nothing that will dull your ambition to climb the ladder of your career than the knowledge that God has entrusted you with a child. I think the process of conception and birth is one place where God's supernatural presence is most obvious to believers and most undeniable to unbelievers. Knowing that God worked this miracle makes all decisions that displace me farther from my family in time or proximity seem stupid, pallid, and hardly worth considering.

If you read this whole thing, thank you for listening. My wife is playing her guitar now, and I'm going to tell her how much I enjoy listening to it.