Busy Nothings

I recently perused my friend’s Page Title books. These are my favorites:

Aunt I Sweet
A Real Page Turner
Kiss the Cook
I Love You Just Becousin
Udderly Adorable
Sick Chick
Planting Twolips
Men will be Boys
Treasure of Memories
Ready…Set…Wait
Pregnancy Wait
Sew Much Fabric, Sew Little Time
Why Be Normal
The Fourth Stooge
Going Undercover
I’m in a Jam
Bear-ly __ Years Old
Bear Necessities
Howdy, Pilgrim
How did it get so late so early?
Monkey’s Uncle
Sole Searching

Okay, so maybe it’s a little bit tongue in cheek, but last night and this morning we experienced signs of the alternator dying in the truck. My last experience with an alternator dying was on the way home for break during college, stranded on the road in the middle of nowhere. Thankfully my brother and his wife (girlfriend back then) were behind me and we somehow got it fixed and back on the road. This experience, we had a “sign”–the dimming lights when we reached 2500 rpms. We were very thankful that God let us know his alternator was going out in his truck and were able to get it fixed before either of us were stranded. Praise the Lord for those little signs!

I love Easter. I really love the hymns and choir anthems we sing during the service. Nothing better than those Lutheran Easter hymns! I love directing choir and leading them in the joyous anthems that proclaim a risen Savior. In the church I grew up in, every Easter my mom, who was the choir director, would have the sopranos sing the descant to “I know that my Redeemer Lives.” Even after we moved I could hear the descant in my head during that hymn. This morning was the first time I was actually able to sing it with another strong soprano for the service. Last year, I was the organist. The year before I was guest organist here, here, and here. The year before that we were newcomers to Shepherd, and so it goes. It was incredible to sing it, even more than it was to hear it.

Today the results came back from my latest blood test. My progesterone level was at 1.8. If I had ovulated, it should be around 10. Very disheartening. The doctor is hoping that by increasing the Clomid ovulation will occur. While not feeling hopeless, I can’t deny that I’m very, very disappointed.