Update

He passed!! We are much relieved, and thankful for all of your prayers. We will not get the official paper from the state for another two to three weeks, and so we still wait for the pay increase, but the light is glowing strongly at the end of the tunnel. I went to my first really real doctor's appointment yesterday. Baby's heartbeat is strong, growing right at the expected rate, and after a long string of health related questions, the doctor pronounced that this should be a boring pregnancy. A little boring in my life will be a welcome change. He is going to have a good time with my being a preacher's wife, though, I can tell. He told at least three church/religious jokes during my thirty minute appointment, but at least they were funny. Actually don't know how much longer I will be a preacher's wife. I think it very likely that the master will resign his pulpit soon. The church never fully recovered from the split two year's ago, and he feels unable to move them past that or to ignite in them a vision for moving forward. He's been talking about resigning since January. I've been ardently arguing that he stay, but from now on, I think I will keep my mouth shut, so as not to interfere with what the Lord may be telling him. I don't want to find a new church. I love my church. And our house (which will be payed for next month) sits right across the road from our church. I would like to think that there would not be hard feelings among them, but I've never known that to be the case.

Praying to Pass

Posting from an actual computer, not an IPhone.  My, but this is nice.  I'm up at the master's hearing office, where he is presently using the children as lab rats for one more cram session before Wednesday's state board exam in Austin.  This is the test that he failed one portion of in January.  The one that HE MUST PASS for his salary to go up--to double to be exact.  We NEED his salary to double.   But I thought we needed it in January and the Lord had other ideas.
I'm doing well.  I thought pregnancy would be more difficult this time around ('cause I ain't as young as I used to be), but so far, so good.  Maybe I won't feel the difference until the later stages.  I was so horribly sick with K (and I was only nineteen then!) for the first six months, that any discomfort seems mild by comparison.  I'm not sleeping well at night due to vivid pregnancy dreams--but I've had these with every baby.  And even with making an afternoon nap a priority, by this time of night, I long to creep beneath the covers.  Next week, I see the obgyn for my first really real (in that an MD will finally examine me) doctor's appointment.
I have been spoiled by two incredibly easy, incredibly fast adoptions, for sure.  This whole process seems as though it will take FOREVER.  And why that should bother me, I don't know.  I'm not ready for a baby right now, anyway.  I should say, another baby, because, of course, Levi is still very much a baby. Levi and the new baby will be as close as Marina and Ian in age (19 months), but we didn't bring Marina home until she was 13 months old, so we never experienced two babies in the house.  I'm not sure we can swing two hinnies in diapies--which brings me back to praying that the master passes that test.