A Wholesome Breakfast Casserole

One of the things I struggle with during the holidays is finding the sweet spot between getting the cooking done and the family fed and actually CELEBRATING the reason for the holiday! Some things get so hectic, it’s easy to lose sight of the incredible meaning of these special days. And I don’t want to lose sight of anything! I plan carefully and do my best, and one thing that always helps is a good breakfast casserole!

There are three breakfast casseroles I make that are perfect for holiday mornings – mainly because you can complete them the night before, and pop them into the oven in the morning! Another one I have shared here on the blog is my recipe for Biscuits & Gravy Casserole (which you can check out by CLICKING HERE), and now this one! (I  guess I’ll eventually share the third one, too!)

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Wholesome Breakfast Casserole (easy printable version at the bottom of this post!)

2 cans (12.4 ounces each) refrigerated cinnamon rolls
4 eggs
1/2 cup heavy whipping cream
2 teaspoons ground cinnamon
2 teaspoons vanilla
Chopped pecans (to your liking)
1 apple, chopped
1 pound sausage (flavored to your liking), browned and crumbled

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Our Birth Story

If you haven’t read Part 1, Part 2 or Part 3 of Our Infertility Story, or Our Pregnancy Story…well, you may want to do that before you move on!

Our Infertility Story, Part 1 (<—CLICK TO READ!)
Our Infertility Story, Part 2 (<—CLICK TO READ!)
Our Infertility Story, Part 3 (<—CLICK TO READ!)
Our Pregnancy Story (<—CLICK TO READ!) 

All righty. On to Our Birth Story!

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It was Friday, August 12, I was 33 weeks and 4 days along, and I went in for a routine (well, routine for me!) doctor’s appointment. They wanted to do another test to monitor the babies’ heart rates, and I also had to turn in my 24-hour urine sample for them to test to make sure I wasn’t preeclamptic. It just so happened that Jerrod had taken off work to go in with me, as I hadn’t been feeling so great that week, and he was a little concerned for me to go by myself.

After the heart rate monitoring, with everything looking great, we sat and waited for the results of the urine test. My regular doc wasn’t in, so we were seeing his partner.

In a few minutes, the doctor came in, stated everything was looking good, and that he thought we were about a week or 10 days out from a delivery. “We’re not there yet,” were his exact words.

Perfect! The nursery was almost done, I would pack my hospital bag, wrap up some household projects, and get to see the two sweetest faces in the world soon!

Just after he gave us that news, he asked us to hold on for a moment, and stepped back out.

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Our Pregnancy Story

If you haven’t read Part 1, Part 2 or Part 3 of Our Infertility Story…well, you may want to do that before you move on!

Our Infertility Story, Part 1 (<—CLICK TO READ!)
Our Infertility Story, Part 2 (<—CLICK TO READ!)
Our Infertility Story, Part 3 (<—CLICK TO READ!)

All righty. On to Our Pregnancy Story!

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In January of 2016, I suddenly realized that I was late.

Well, that was nothing new. I was late pretty often due to the havoc that all the medications had wreaked on my body. I grabbed a box that had one pregnancy test left in it, just to rule out the fact that I was pregnant, so I didn’t do anything stupid, ya know?

It was about 5:15 a.m. on a Thursday morning when I took that test. I left it on the bathroom counter and went and got dressed to take the dog for a walk, and when I came back into the bathroom and grabbed the test…POSITIVE.

Um. WHAT?! No. Positive? Wait. I had to sit down. I grabbed the box to look and make sure what I saw was indeed a positive. I had never seen the positive sign before! It sure was. Wait. How old is this test?! Do these expire? I’m gonna need a brand new one. Maybe several. I can’t tell Jerrod. Oh my gosh. The dog. The dog needs to be walked.

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Our Infertility Story, Part 3

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**Disclaimer**

This post is intended to tell our infertility story in its very truest form. There are parts of this post that are raw and highly emotional. If you are struggling with infertility, this post may hit home with you a bit more than you imagined. If you need someone to listen, please email me at Kristen@theroadtodomestication.com.

PLEASE READ PART 1 (CLICK HERE) AND PART 2 (CLICK HERE) OF THIS SERIES!

After a year of torturing myself, I finally looked at Jerrod and said, with tears rolling down my face, “I give up. I can’t do this anymore. I  guess we’re just the couple who will never have any kids.”

He wrapped his arms around me and said, “That’s okay, baby. We don’t have to have kids to make me happy. As long as I have you, I’m good. We’re good. I just need you to be okay.”

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{LaBella Mae Photography}

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{Kristin Hope Photography}

Did I mention that my husband is absolutely amazing?!

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Journal Entry:

I’ve been trying to hear God so much through all of this. I have felt nothing other than peaceful silence from Him, and it’s been SO heartbreaking. I can’t ever remember Him being quiet when I so desperately needed to hear His voice. I have cried out more times than I can count, and still nothing. 

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Our Infertility Story, Part 2

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**Disclaimer**

This post is intended to tell our infertility story in its very truest form. There are parts of this post that are raw and highly emotional. If you are struggling with infertility, this post may hit home with you a bit more than you imagined. If you need someone to listen, please email me at Kristen@theroadtodomestication.com.

PLEASE READ PART 1 OF THIS SERIES! CLICK HERE!

So. Where was I.

Oh yeah. Twelve months. Infertility. Wohoo.

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Journal Entry:

That moment when you stop breathing, because it finally smashes into your consciousness that what you’ve dreamed of ever since you were a little girl will never happen for you. It suddenly and literally smashes, like no other thought has ever done before. As it splinters through the shards of destruction in your head, it literally takes your breath away, and as you try to regain the presence of mind to just breathe, your heart swells with so much sorrow that you can’t move. All you can do is sit frozen in stunned silence, unable to breathe and under the massive weight of the worst pain you have ever felt.

You want to scream. This can’t be happening. How can it be that people who abuse children are allowed to have them and you aren’t? How is it that people “accidentally” get pregnant, and say, “Well, it only takes one time!” I hate when people say that. I want to grab them and shake them and make them understand that that’s not how it works. That they should treasure every single precious child in the entire world. That they should NEVER take them for granted. That they should not take being a parent lightly That they should STOP complaining about all the kid-issues they have and thank God that they don’t have to feel this horrible pain.

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