Poll Results Are In…
But we may need a recount!
After a few short months the Deming-Hair-Color poll has officially closed, and the results are in. Out of 34 votes, red won the day with a landslide victory of 70 percent of the total vote. Blonde hair secured the runner-up position with 14 percent, while brown hair edged in close behind with 11 percent. For the lone person who voted for black hair, you still might find yourself the unwitting victor. A near decade of highlighting my hair is probably to be included in the poll’s margin of error. However, as the photos below indicate, I was born with a full head of black hair. So, for all those who think Jonathan’s genes are going to carry the day…we’d hate to get your hopes up. Although Jonathan’s DNA produced twins, it may not necessarily guarantee red hair! As you can see from the photos below, it’s still anyone’s game… 
The Coffee Gene: Myth or Reality?
We only thought the first trimester was over…
I had planned to go to a bridal shower on Saturday, but went to the Emergency Room instead. It is all those tricky twists and turns that make life so interesting. Before anyone gets worried, Mom is fine, and after 10 hours in the ER, we discovered the boys are perfectly fine too. In fact, true to his previous self-revelations, Baby B was jumping around trying to instigate a fist fight with his brother – perhaps trying to negotiate a little more space.
For the sake of discretion, hereafter is the abridged version of events. I awoke on Saturday experiencing some not-so-nice symptoms. These not-so-nice symptoms kept Mom and Dad busy until the wee hours of the morning. At this point, I hadn’t had any food or drink for 12 hours. For those of you who prayed us through the first trimester, you’ll remember I was eating small snacks almost every hour. In the second trimester, I now can go a little over two hours without food. So, things were looking up – so we thought. The next morning, I tried to eat some dry toast - much to the toast’s chagrin and eventual refusal. Hence: the ER.
As fate would have it, all of northwest San Antonio needed emergency medical care Saturday morning. A lot of tears were the natural result of our nearly four-hour wait and a few near misses in the ER lobby. But true to the character of His unmerited graciousness, the Lord sent two people my way who promised to pray for me. (Either that, or I must have looked so bad that they thought the only thing that could help me was divine intervention). The ER staff was top-notch, hooking me up to an IV and allowing me to occupy one of their much-needed rooms for about five hours. Tests were run and the ER doctor ordered an ultrasound to make sure the babies were okay. Apparently all my late-night eating habits paid off, because even though Mom was severely dehydrated both boys were kicking and wrestling as usual.
Diagnosis? We’re not sure. Options include food poisoning or an elusive virus. But the only diagnosis I really cared about was the status of our boys. However, one funny misdiagnosis did occur. The ER doctor entered our room and announced I might have kidney stones. Apparently, someone else’s test results were shoved into my folder by mistake. Three minutes later, the doctor discovered the errant paperwork, and I was un-diagnosed. Cue 16th round of tears.
We’d like to thank everyone for their prayers. After the last few months, we can testify that prayer works. At a recent Sunday night event, one church member told me, “you two are well-prayed for.” It has been a crucial comfort to know we are being lifted up before God by saints who bend the Divine Ear on a regular basis. And although our prayer requests may not always align with His plans for us - nor our plans align with His answers – the result is, thankfully, always the same. God is active in our lives, using the scary ER moments to encourage us, reveal character, and renew our faith.
Identical Boys... WOW!
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