The nausea has begun.
It comes in waves.
It’s not morning sickness…it’s all day long sickness.
I haven’t puked at all only because I refuse to do so. I don’t like throwing up and rarely have in my life. I just lie down and wait for the feeling to pass. Unfortunately, the waves are close together.
And I’m tired.
The only consoling I have is that I wasn’t sick with #1 at all so I’m hoping my being sick means it’s a girl. Those of you out there saying “my pregnancies were totally different and I had all boys,” no offense, but I don’t want to hear it.
So…in the words of Kermit the Frog, “It’s not easy being Green.”
Lord, please give me energy. Please help me to feel better and have control over this nausea. Lord I know so many say being sick is a part of being pregnant, but your word says that “by His stripes I am healed,” so God, heal me. Take it away; not for my sake father, but for the sake of my son. I want these last nine months of he and I to be fun and full of energy and lessons. I don’t want to be tired adn dragging or nauseated and sick. I know he won’t remember either way, but I will. You have blessed me so much with the opportunity to be at home these past two years and I want to treasure every moment.
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