tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86161654420041584572024-03-05T15:18:45.250-05:00The Beth ChroniclesThe story of me.Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09374059444304481999noreply@blogger.comBlogger547125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8616165442004158457.post-79935909123814580742014-08-17T10:43:00.001-04:002017-08-10T18:23:59.691-04:00It's a....<div class="separator" style="clear: both;">
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The old wives tales said Girl. Your voted ended in a tie. What is the baby's gender?</div>
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That's right! We're having a boy!</div>
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We announced to family and friends with the above canvas painted blue. All three of us, Selah included, helped paint the canvas blue using a different shade for each of us. We will later put his name on it (when we decide on the final name) and use the canvas in his room. </div>
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Selah's getting a brother!</div>
Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09374059444304481999noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8616165442004158457.post-52575430549131304272014-08-13T06:00:00.000-04:002014-08-13T06:00:01.879-04:00OWT ResultsTomorrow we will find out if we will be having another little girl or if I need to start gathering little boy things. The final tally for the Old Wives Tales (OWT) is:<br />
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<span style="color: magenta;">Girl</span>- 8<br />
<span style="color: blue;">Boy</span>- 5<br />
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Winner- <span style="color: magenta;">GIRL</span><br />
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We'll see tomorrow if that is right. Be sure to cast your final vote in the poll in the upper left corner before midnight tonight. And no. I have not voted.Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09374059444304481999noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8616165442004158457.post-90531092618706663052014-08-12T06:00:00.000-04:002014-08-12T06:00:01.772-04:00OWT: Necklace Over HeadThe OWT says for you to have someone hold a
necklace over your head to see which way it swings (similar to the OWT
done a couple of days ago). If it swings back and forth, it means boy. In a circle means girl.<br />
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T held the necklace over my head and
he says it swung in a circle and swung back and forth. Little help was
that. But when I tried it to myself (with a mirror), I saw the same
thing. It starts with a small circle or two, then starts swinging back
and forth. This was a really close one, but I'm going to say it swings
back and forth more than a circle. This give an OWT point to <span style="color: blue;">boy</span>!<br />
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<span style="color: magenta;">Girl</span>- 8, <span style="color: blue;">Boy</span>- 5Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09374059444304481999noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8616165442004158457.post-27286778856931649682014-08-11T06:00:00.000-04:002014-08-11T06:00:00.537-04:00OWT: BreadToday's OWT is another food related tale about the heels of bread.<br />
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I've never liked to eat the heels. I will usually even skip the piece
next to the heel. I just don't like it and I still don't. Seriously, who
does?<br />
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The tale from those old wives says that if you enjoy eating the heel of
bread while pregnant, you are going to have a boy. If you prefer the
middle, it's a girl. So, in this case, <span style="color: magenta;">girl</span> it is!<br />
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<span style="color: magenta;">Girl</span>- 8, <span style="color: blue;">Boy</span>- 4 Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09374059444304481999noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8616165442004158457.post-25567906306851677082014-08-10T06:00:00.000-04:002014-08-10T06:00:02.449-04:00OWT: Wedding Ring Gender TestYou use a
pin, needle, or wedding ring and attach it to a thread or strand of
hair. Hold the dangling item over the belly. If the needle or wedding ring swings in a strong circular
motion, you will be having a girl. If it moves in a to and fro motion
like a pendulum, you will be having a boy. You can also try this over the wrist instead of the belly.<br />
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I did this one today, over belly and over wrist. Both of them swung strongly in a circular motion.<span style="color: magenta;"> <span style="color: black;">I's say that means </span>Girl</span><br />
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<span style="color: magenta;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: magenta;">Girl</span>- 8, <span style="color: blue;">boy</span>- 4</span> </span>Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09374059444304481999noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8616165442004158457.post-23249441598626622962014-08-09T06:00:00.000-04:002014-08-09T06:00:00.967-04:00OWT: FeetPre-pregnancy, I could always shock T by putting my feet on him under
the warm covers. They were always like ice! Now, they are still cold,
but if anything, they are now warmer.<br />
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The OWT says that if your feet get colder, then it means you are having a boy. The same? Girl. I'd say this is a point for <span style="color: magenta;">girl</span>.<br />
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<span style="color: magenta;">Girl</span>- 7, <span style="color: blue;">Boy</span>- 4 Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09374059444304481999noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8616165442004158457.post-44067032119281660602014-08-08T06:00:00.000-04:002014-08-08T06:00:03.163-04:00OWT: HandsI read what the instructions for this OWT (but not how to interpret the
results) and asked T to ask me to show him my hands. When he did, I
showed him my hands palm down. Then I read the results.<br />
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The OWT says that if you show your hands palm up, it means baby is a girl. Palm down, boy. Looks like I got another point for <span style="color: blue;">boy</span>!<br />
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<span style="color: magenta;">Girl</span>- 6, <span style="color: blue;">Boy</span>- 4 Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09374059444304481999noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8616165442004158457.post-86578057072072745912014-08-07T06:00:00.000-04:002014-08-07T06:00:04.991-04:00OWT: Clumsiness vs GracefulnessThe Old Wives Tales believe that being pregnant with a girl brings grace and
a boy brings many broken dishes and bruises. And I... I am far from
graceful. This is a no brainer point for <span style="color: blue;">boy<span style="color: black;">.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: magenta;">Girl</span>- 6, <span style="color: blue;">Boy</span>- 3 </span> </span>Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09374059444304481999noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8616165442004158457.post-3189525554426568792014-08-06T06:00:00.000-04:002014-08-06T06:00:04.586-04:00OWT: Mayan Gender ChartsApparently, the Mayan Gender charts are figured out like this: Mother's
age and year of conception both even or both odd, baby is girl. If the
mother's age is even and the year of conception is odd (or vice versa),
then baby is boy.<br />
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Well, I was 29 when I conceived and I conceived in 2014. Therefore, according to the Mayan Gender Charts, the baby is a <span style="color: blue;">boy</span>.<br />
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<span style="color: magenta;">Girl</span>- 6, <span style="color: blue;">Boy</span>- 2 Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09374059444304481999noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8616165442004158457.post-71445623699476888782014-08-05T06:00:00.000-04:002014-08-05T06:00:05.046-04:00OWT:Chinese Gender ChartsToday's OWT is a pretty common one: the <a href="http://www.obfocus.com/calculators/gender.htm">Chinese Gender Charts</a>.<br />
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I conceived during the month of April and I was 29 when I conceived. According to <a href="http://www.obfocus.com/calculators/gender.htm">this Chinese Gender Chart</a>, the baby is a<span style="color: magenta;"> girl</span>.<br />
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<span style="color: magenta;"></span><span style="color: magenta;">Girl</span>- 6, <span style="color: blue;">Boy</span>- 1Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09374059444304481999noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8616165442004158457.post-55489418592780596832014-08-05T01:20:00.001-04:002014-08-05T01:20:25.870-04:00I forgot how much "baby swag" you use<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="270" src="//www.youtube.com/embed/zfmMDGmUoK0" width="480"></iframe><br /><br />
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upset super quickly and I've unfortunately (and uncontrollably) been
taking some things too seriously that I normally could let just roll off
my back. So between being super moody and being super happy, there's no
question that I have been supper moody.<br />
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The OWT says that if you are moody, you are having a girl (What are they
trying to say about females being moody here, huh?). If you haven't
been majorly moody, if happiness has ruled you since becoming pregnant,
then a boy is in your belly. This point has to go with the moodiness and
team <span style="color: magenta;">girl</span>.<br />
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<span style="color: magenta;">Girl</span>- 5,<span style="color: blue;"> Boy</span>-1 Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09374059444304481999noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8616165442004158457.post-26984761936657782062014-08-03T06:00:00.000-04:002014-08-03T06:00:00.943-04:00OWT: CravingsToday's OWT is about my cravings. Are they salty? Are they sweet?<br />
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I never really cared for too many sweet things before, but now? I love
them. Ice cream? Before....
not so much. Now? We've had it for dinner more often than I like to
admit. Fruit? Delish! I could devour a bunch of hot, fresh Krispy Kreme doughnuts and/or chocolate chip cookies right now.<br />
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The OWT says that if you crave salty food, you should expect a boy.
Sweets your thing? A little girl is in your future. This is an obvious
point for <span style="color: magenta;">girl</span>.<br />
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<span style="color: magenta;">Girl</span>- 4, <span style="color: blue;">Boy</span>- 1 Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09374059444304481999noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8616165442004158457.post-59464557289315262732014-08-02T06:00:00.000-04:002014-08-02T06:00:01.974-04:00OWT: HeadachesI've had several headaches. Several. And they haven't been too pleasant.
Usually escalating to a point of nausea and such pain that can only
bring me to tears and make me want to hole up in a dark room until I die
(because I can't imagine the headache ending any other way). But this
isn't new. I'm no stranger to headaches, but during pregnancy, when I
can hardly take anything for them, they are killers.<br />
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The OWT says that if you get several bad headaches while pregnant, you
are having a boy. I'm not sure if this counts for me because I'm not
getting headaches any more often than before. I just can't use drugs to
get rid of them. Either way, I'm giving this point to the <span style="color: blue;">boy</span> team.<br />
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<span style="color: magenta;">Girl</span>- 3, <span style="color: blue;">Boy</span>- 1 Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09374059444304481999noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8616165442004158457.post-65804208239465557672014-08-01T06:00:00.000-04:002014-08-01T06:00:08.567-04:00OWT: AcneThis OWT is about acne. Apparently, if you have more acne while
pregnant, it means you are having a girl. If you have the same amount
(or less) than you did pre-pregnancy, then you are having a boy.<br />
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My acne is unbelievably bad for my normally clear skin. Annoying so. This means <span style="color: magenta;">Girl</span>. <br />
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<span style="color: magenta;">Girl</span>- 3, <span style="color: blue;">Boy</span>- 0Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09374059444304481999noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8616165442004158457.post-54274207003693951052014-07-31T06:00:00.000-04:002014-07-31T06:00:05.536-04:00OWT: Morning SicknessThe OWT says that if you experience horrid morning sickness, then
chances are baby is a girl. If not, boy. I have been nauseated without
fail since so early on (like 15-20 hrs a day until the last few weeks. Now it's about 1-4 hrs a day).
Therefore, I'm saying I've had pretty bad morning sickness so far, staying pretty annoying since I've entered the 2nd trimester, instead of going away (like the books
and websites say). This would mean that this OWT would be <span style="color: magenta;">girl</span>.<br />
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<span style="color: magenta;">Girl</span>- 2, <span style="color: blue;">Boy</span>- 0<br />
Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09374059444304481999noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8616165442004158457.post-3235608955580625102014-07-30T23:20:00.001-04:002014-07-30T23:20:32.642-04:00OWT: HeartbeatOne of the most frequently asked about Old Wives Tale is about baby's heartbeat. Over 140- Girl, Under 140- Boy<br />
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Winner of this OWT with a heartbeat of 169 (and 154 at last appt)= <span style="color: magenta;">Girl</span><br />
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<span style="color: magenta;">Girl<span style="color: black;">- 1 <span style="color: blue;">Boy<span style="color: black;">-0</span></span></span> </span>Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09374059444304481999noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8616165442004158457.post-37179488729958946952014-07-28T00:04:00.000-04:002014-07-28T00:04:19.542-04:00Baby updateSorry that I shared the news and then disappeared. Everything is still going well (as far as I know). Baby seems to be growing as expected.<br />
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We will be finding out on August 14 if we should be buying more pink or if we should breakout some blue! I have put up a poll up at the top on the left hand side for you to leave your guess. I plan on posting blogs with my answers for some of those Old Wives Tales (OWT) you always hear about like <a href="http://thebethchronicles.blogspot.com/search/label/OWT" target="_blank">I did for Selah</a>. The answers for those were pretty accurate. It said She would be a girl and she is!<br />
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So keep your eyes peeled for some OWT posts and vote in my poll!Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09374059444304481999noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8616165442004158457.post-63758068756993107862014-06-03T21:00:00.000-04:002014-06-03T23:05:50.213-04:00Sharing (Part 2)Read Sharing (Part One) <a href="http://thebethchronicles.blogspot.com/2014/06/sharing-part-1.html" target="_blank">here</a>.<br />
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It's true. I am pregnant. Finally. But, like all of my other pregnancies, this one couldn't just be easy.<br />
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I found out I was pregnant on Mother's Day. What a fabulous gift! This pregnancy would be it! This one would be normal!<br />
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Nope.<br />
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At my 6 week ultrasound, the tech saw the sack which measured correctly. However, she did not see the baby developing like it should have. It was nothing more than a "yolk" (her words) without a heartbeat. At 6 weeks, there should have been a heartbeat.<br />
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The doctor said with a look of sadness on his face that "it was still early" and that "we should wait to see at another scan in a week or so". I knew what that meant. I've already lost 4 other babies. He was just giving me a week or so of hope before my baby would be gone from me forever.<br />
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I went home in tears. My next U/S would be at 8 weeks since I was about to leave town for my niece's graduation in Florida. I quickly contacted some of the most reliable, most trusted people in my life who promptly started praying for me and for my baby.<br />
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I prepared my mind for the (assumed) fact that I was about to have another miscarriage. I cried. Oh, how I cried. I yelled at God. I even had several moments where my faith wavered. How could God be doing this to us again? I pleaded with God. I remember, the night before the ultrasound,
absolutely poring my heart and soul out to God, begging him "Please!
Please! Please don't let me lose another!" Verbally yelling this to Him. Then I just decided to give it all to Him. I kind of just gave up that night and said that this baby was His to do with what He wanted, no matter how much I wanted it here. I handed all of my fears and worries over.<br />
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I went in to the ultrasound room expecting to hear that the baby was officially gone. I had even made peace with that. But I was in for a shock.<br />
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As I stared at the ceiling waiting for the ultrasound to be over, I hear the tech say with shock in her voice "Everything looks great!" Wait... What? "Look. The baby is measuring right on track. There is it's little heart pumping away."<br />
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MY BABY WAS ALIVE.<br />
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Not only was the baby alive, but it's growth had caught up 100% and it has a strong heartbeat. They seemed as shocked as I was. As I am.<br />
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But you know what? I shouldn't be. God works MIRACLES. He works them all the time and I am proof. My baby is proof!<br />
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So yeah. I am currently almost 10 weeks pregnant, due New Years. I am announcing this early and I am one to <a href="http://thebethchronicles.blogspot.com/search/label/miscarriage" target="_blank">know for a fact</a><a href="http://thebethchronicles.blogspot.com/2012/11/the-day-heart-stopped-beating.html" target="_blank"> that things can change</a>, but I want everybody to know about the miracle that God has done for us.<br />
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Because God is good. ALL the time.Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09374059444304481999noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8616165442004158457.post-87563767071398703702014-06-03T10:47:00.000-04:002014-06-03T23:04:45.166-04:00Sharing (Part 1)<div style="text-align: center;">
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Wait, what? Mommy and Daddy say I'll have to wait until New Years to meet you.</div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Baby #2 due New Years! We are so excited!</b></span></div>
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Be sure to read <a href="http://thebethchronicles.blogspot.com/2014/06/sharing-part-2.html" target="_blank">Sharing (Part Two)</a> for more on our little MiracleBethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09374059444304481999noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8616165442004158457.post-47502391319016080292014-05-31T23:54:00.001-04:002014-05-31T23:54:11.298-04:00If Frozen Was A Horror Film<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="270" src="//www.youtube.com/embed/9eD2UpdhbwA" width="480"></iframe>Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09374059444304481999noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8616165442004158457.post-31060124442237941322014-05-23T17:51:00.001-04:002014-05-23T17:51:05.602-04:00Prayers please<div style="text-align: center;">
<i>For I know the plans I have for you. Plans not to harm you but give you a
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Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09374059444304481999noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8616165442004158457.post-20608109983600279412014-05-11T09:00:00.000-04:002014-05-11T09:00:00.545-04:00Mother's Day isn't easy for everyoneIt's Mother's Day and all that I can think about are all of those lovely ladies I know who will not be able to celebrate it, whether they are still waiting for a baby because of infertility, adoption or a marriage or because they are still mourning because of <a href="http://thebethchronicles.blogspot.com/2011/05/happy.html" target="_blank">miscarriage</a>, baby loss or child loss or because they no longer have a mother here on Earth.<br />
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Love you guys.Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09374059444304481999noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8616165442004158457.post-92162061471810692872014-05-09T12:00:00.000-04:002014-05-09T12:00:05.009-04:00Selah loves dancing to this song/video<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="270" src="//www.youtube.com/embed/54j35upqePk" width="480"></iframe>Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09374059444304481999noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8616165442004158457.post-36920768552846295272014-05-07T18:08:00.001-04:002014-05-07T18:08:07.968-04:00"Do You Wanna Go To Starbucks?"<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="270" src="//www.youtube.com/embed/6SDIc6bGw9w" width="480"></iframe>Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09374059444304481999noreply@blogger.com0