I haven’t posted in a while because there isn’t anything to post about. Not really. And while I am thankful for this (last time I was pregnant and wrote that we found out the next week we were having twins) it’s also really hard to write about anything on here.
Mostly because I don’t want to complain. But I do want to be realistic.
Pregnancy isn’t all fun and sparkles. Right now at 8 weeks and 4 days I crave sleep more than anything. I have bloating, gas, burp all the time, heartburn, horrible headaches, nausea, and want to cry over just about anything. So basically I’m a bundle of darling cuteness.
I’m so thankful I’m here and so wishing that I felt better. It’s hard to balance the “This is how pregnancy is and it’s ok!” with “OMG YOU’RE A HORRIBLE PERSON FOR NOT BEING HAPPY ABOUT IT 24-7.”
On top of feeling like crap is us still not finding a sitter, and Sam leaving this weekend till March. MARCH.
I honestly, sometimes I want to cry (more) when I wonder about how I’m going to manage the next 6 weeks. Then I just remember that little saying, “If the Lord brings you to it, He’ll bring you through it.”
Hopefully Jesus is up for cooking dinner because I don’t really know how that one is going to get done at this point. Mana from heaven.
All of that aside, I’m not nearly as sick or tired as I was with the twins, and I am SO thankful for that. Every day.
Be in prayer for me. It’s hard to conquer the negative feelings that come from being sick – physical and emotional feelings. Even though I know this is short term. I know God has a plan for us in this next month and a half but you know me – I like to know it ahead of time and I also like to worry about it before it all happens.
When will I learn this never happens and yet everything works out anyway?