Thoughts On Being A Mom {I wonder if I get my brain function back?}

So I’m 9 1/2 weeks into this whole mom thing and I have to admit that I haven’t quite pulled myself back together again.

About a week ago, I loaded Harrison up in the car and we drove to my doctor’s office, which is about 40 minutes away.  I needed to sign something and I figured, while I was there, I would go to city hall and get a copy of his birth certificate, because the insurance company needed one.  I was a little bit nervous, because it was the longest trip I had ever attempted with him by myself, but I figured that best case scenario, he would sleep in the car and if he screamed, I would just turn on show tunes and sing loudly.

We made it to my doctor’s office without a problem, I went in, signed the paperwork and headed on my way to city hall.  I parked, carried him up to the second floor and walked into the city clerk’s office feeling pretty good about myself for having made it this far without a meltdown (from either one of us).  I filled out the paperwork and handed it over, at which point the clerk spent a few minutes staring at her computer with a very perplexed look on her face.

“He’s not in the system yet.”

“You need to call medical records at the hospital and make sure everything is okay on their end.”

Well, that’s not good.

So I carried Harrison back down two flights of stairs and out to the car.  At this point it was raining.  I got him loaded up and headed home.  When we got home, I fed him and got him settled, then called the hospital and left a message with medical records.  The woman called me back and was SO sweet, but also super concerned that he wasn’t in the system.  Everything was fine on her end and she couldn’t figure out why Harrison wasn’t in the state system.  She asked which city hall I had been to and said she was going to call in the morning and find out what was going on.

The whole thing just seemed really strange.  I had already gotten his social security card, why couldn’t they find him in the state system?

About an hour after I got off the phone with her, I looked at the paperwork I had filled out.

And that’s when I realized what the problem was.

Date of Birth: 7/2/2017.

Which would have been fine if Harrison was born on July 2nd.

But he was born on June 2nd.

Insert hand-slapping-face emoji here.

Not only did I have to admit to my slightly-concerned husband later on that night that I’m an idiot and the state probably did have a record of our son, but the next morning I had to call the hospital and tell the medical records woman to tell her the same thing, hopefully getting her before she called the city clerk and yelled at them.  And then two days later I had to walk back into the city clerks office and fill out a new form, while explaining that apparently I don’t know that June is the 6th month of the year and not the 7th.

So I’ve got that going for me.

Harrison Allen

I realize that this blog is called “Preaching in Pumps,” but, truth be told, I haven’t done a whole lot of preaching or pump-wearing lately.


Harrison Allen Weaver was born on June 2, 2017 at 3:30PM. He was 8 pounds, 8.5 ounces and 21 inches long. To say that Bruce and I are completely captivated and in love is a total understatement.


I have to admit, the whole concept of maternity leave is a little bit strange to me. Every now and then I have to stop myself from trying to be productive and remember that my only job right now is to take care of my precious little boy who is only going to be this little once. Everything else – chores, emails, texts – can wait.

I have no idea how I am going to balance this whole mom and pastor thing.  The thought of going back to work already breaks my heart.  But the thought of sharing the church with Harrison – the church that loves him so much already, the church that is a living, breathing and grace-filled expression of God’s love, the church that is my family away from family – makes my heart swell.  I am so grateful for a job that is a calling, one that I have the privilege of sharing with my family.

But for now, I will attempt to settle into my new role as mom, temporarily stashing my pumps in the back of the closet and happily existing in spit-up and milk covered workout clothes.

And who knows?  Maybe I’ll write about it along the way …

Onto the next adventure, friends! <3

Podcast Lovers, Unite!

So I did a super geeky thing this week and part of me still can’t believe I actually figured out how to do it:  I created a podcast feed for sermons that is subscribe-able on iTunes!


Because I have been uploading my sermons to Liberated Syndication for last last year or two, all of my old old sermons loaded into the feed.  Part of me is nervous is putting those out there, because eek – I’m probably breaking all the podcasting rules in the book!  Oh well – moving forward I am going to try to have intros and include the scripture.  Oh!  And a friend of mine told me I should have Jordan record me a theme song, so I’ll work on that as well, too!

I told my church in our weekly e-newsletter that I’m excited about this because it will make my sermons more easily accessible online – BUT I don’t want people to use that as an excuse not to come!  My colleagues and I go back and forth one whether posting sermons is a good idea.  On the one hand, I love the fact that people can stay connected on weeks when they have to miss church.  I love the idea that someone might be thinking about checking out the church and getting to “listen in” was the push they needed.  But I also think that worshipping in community is SUCH a critical piece to faith formation.  So I would encourage you all (RCC people and friends from afar!) to make a commitment to get to church when you can!  If you aren’t local and looking for a church, feel free to reach out!  I have some pretty awesome clergy networks I can reach out to.

Anyway – rambling over.  You can subscribe here!