The Royal Wedding

I must admit, I've been a bit cyncial as I've endured all the media hype leading up to the royal wedding today. I get very tired of the media pushing their idols down our throats. However, when all was said and done, I've now watched the royal wedding twice! I was fascinated by the whole event, especially the Christ-exalting focus of the service itself. I have no idea how many (or I should probably say few) really understood that emphasis, but it was there nonetheless. I think one of my favorite moments was watching Elton John sing, "Guide Me Now, O Great Redeemer." A reminder that indeed every knee will bow and every tongue will confess that Jesus Christ is Lord!

As a woman, watching the royal wedding made me reflect on my own wedding day and sort of wishing I could live it over again. There is just something about women and weddings. I was reminded that I have yet another wedding to participate in - and it will be the royal wedding to beat all weddings since before the world was formed.

On a pregnancy note, I've had a rough couple of days. Nothing major, just some really painful contractions. Tom wanted me to call the Dr. last night, but we decided to wait it out for a little while. Eventually, the contractions did subside. I just saw the Dr. on Wednesday and she said that 34 weeks is a big milestone because if labor were to begin, they wouldn't do anything to stop it. The baby is developed enough that he wouldn't have any major setbacks, although he would probably need to spend a few weeks in the NICU to gain weight and learn how to feed. As comforting as this milestone is, I'm just not ready. I want this baby to stay put for a few more weeks. I'm wondering if these contractions have started because we have been SO busy this week. Tom was off for spring break and we made use of every single minute. Among many things, the biggest accomplishment of the week was that we got the boys room painted and moved Peter's stuff in. Last night was his first time sleeping in his new toddler bed. I was fully prepared for a few night's of adjustment, but he laid his head down and went right to sleep as if that's the only bed he's ever known. He took a nap in it today and again, he did great. Obviously, being in a new bed and a new room does not disrupt Peter's disposition in the least. I, on the other hand, went to bed in tears. I cannot believe that my little baby is not a little baby anymore. He is a little boy. So bittersweet for this hormonal mommy. I will post some pictures of the new room soon.