"Fiddler on the Roof"

I know, I have been a bad blogger, but things have been beyond crazy. "Fiddler" opened tonight to a sold out crowd and it looks like we will be sold out for the rest of the weekend! We still have seats for the Saturday matinee, but I think that is about it. My set is beautiful, I will try and put pictures on here soon. I am tired, but doing well otherwise. Just trying to hang on till the end of the week. More to come soon . . .

Que sera, sera!

I have been asked many times today about Ruth’s name and where I got it from. The story goes as follows – I have been convinced this whole pregnancy that I was having a boy up until about two or three weeks ago when I had the most vivid dream I have ever experienced. In my dream I delivered the baby, only to discover that it was a girl (which was a huge surprise). I was holding the baby and talking to it saying: “You’re a girl! What in the world am I going to call you?” at which point, to my astonishment, she responded: “Is Ruth a name?” after a moment of stunned silence I was able to reply: “Yes…” to which she said: “Then maybe you should call me that.” As the dream progressed I remember thinking about several things. I thought about what a good name Ruth was, though old fashion. (Many bible references went through my head at this point as well.) How I wasn’t sure I liked the name, but couldn’t change it after what had happened and I finally came to the conclusion that Ruth would be fine and I would simply call her Ruthie.

So, Ruth it is. What caused the dream I do not know, but I feel as though she was tired of me thinking of her as a boy and decided let me know I was wrong and name herself at the same time. I have had a list of names sitting by my bed ever since I got pregnant and that name was never on the list or even considered for the list. Most of the time I feel like I truly don’t have very much control over my life. Many times I am led to believe I do, but when all is said and done, I think a very large percentage of my life has been planed for me and I have simply been led in the right direction. I am very grateful for that, although it has taken me a long time to accept that and just go with what happens, knowing it will all work out for the best in the end. As the words of a great Doris Day song say: “Que sera, sera. Whatever will be, will be. The futures not ours to see. Que sera, sera!”

Introducing
Ruth Shoemaker!

Scheduled to arrive in June!
(Only a third of you were right!)

Ultrasound

Only four days to my ultrasound! Stay tuned...