"Just keep swimming, just keep swimming, swimming, swimming." Unfortunately I do not have Dory's positive outlook at present, but her mantra runs through my head all day. Oh I am just so sick with this baby. It's overwhelming and I am only 9 weeks. Oy.
Pictures and blogs have been literally the last thing on my list these days. So sorry faithful followers. Frankly every day is exhausting and a trial of will power. Have you ever seen the commercial about depression where each frame says something like "sunshine hurts, wishes hurt, fun hurts?" I never, ever thought I would liken this part of pregnancy to depression, but this time, it is simply the only correlation I can make. Everything is harder when you feel wretched all. day. long. Boy its rough.
Lily has really been a trooper through it all. The poor dear still does not handle me vomiting very well at all, but she is learning that Mommy is just sick and that there is a baby in my tummy. We try to run 3-4 times a week. No, if you are wondering, its not fun, but I am determined to stay running and praying that by the time I feel good again I will still be running. Some days it is all that I can do to get out.
We are anxiously looking forward to Thanksgiving next week because our dear friends Grace, Sebron and Jancsi will be coming out for the week. I am just thrilled to know that I will have my running partner and pregnant friend in person again. Oh I am looking forward to it!
Wednesday, November 14, 2012
Friday, November 9, 2012
Hope in Tiny Packages
"For You are great and do marvelous deeds; You alone are God!" Psalm 86:10
I must admit that having another baby is new territory, especially for me, an only child. I have had moments of wondering, "Really God, can we parent 2? Lily is so precious and so amazing it seems selfish to think you might have another baby for us. Plus, how do you love them both equally?" I know, the Lord will walk us through it.
Unfortunately, I am not going to dodge the vomiting/horrible morning sickness this time. In fact, I feel like it is worse this time. Bob took this picture of me in Vegas.
Yeah, on the floor soaking up the cool tile after being sick. Awesome! With Lily I held off vomiting until 9 weeks. This time, 4 days after I took the test I woke up with the toilet. It is amazing how the Lord lets us forget. I cannot believe I was ever this sick. The hardest part? I now have toddler who does not consider sitting on the couch all day fun. Throw up and move on is what my new motto is.
This baby to me is hope. Our world has its issues, its sinful and in desperate need of a Savior, but little miracles like this tiny baby give me hope for the future. Bob and I are blessed to be able to take part in raising a generation that fears the Lord, loves others, demonstrates compassion, seeks peace and stands up against injustice. We have been blessed.
May we live up to the calling!
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