He'll Take Care of the Rest

As I write this I am in my parents game room in my hometown in south Mississippi. My husband called earlier to tell me he was looking at the Puget Sound from the top of the Space Needle... wishing I was there with him. I wish I was too, but I'm enjoying myself here as much as possible.

As my first trimester comes to an end and the second begins the nausea is becoming more bearable. Of course, it helps that I don't have to do a single thing here except eat, hug my boys and take naps whenever I get the urge to sleep. And my mom is a quick-study on how to cook without the ever-present onion and garlic, so I get the regular fourteen or so meals/day.

Sometimes I awake before the queasy feeling in my stomach does and I daydream about what I want to do that day. Or what I would like to do when I get home. And then I get up and I remember that I probably won't be doing much for a little longer. It is not as frustrating as it has been. I am almost resigned to it. Being sick while I'm pregnant, I mean.

My mom and my dad have both told me I am not as sick as my mom was when she was pregnant. And I have four siblings. How on earth...?

Again, the Lord has been very faithful to me to see me through this time. Friends like Emily R. and Tori have brightened my sick days with either acts of kindness of words of comfort. My family has helped, and my husband has been a superstar to me. I know many of you prayed for me, like Rhoda in NY and my Bible study group at home, and I say thank you and may the Lord bless you.

Thanks also to my friends who offered to help. Maybe next time. (Close with hysterical laughter ringing in the background.)