So far, pregnancy is not the beautiful thing I thought it would be. I know there are wonderful days coming my way. But I am counting down to the time where my symptoms consist of feeling the baby move and getting to enjoy lots of milkshakes! So far, my only symptoms are exhaustion and puking (and some other not so pretty conditions, that I will not share on this blog). Apparently, this is supposed to happen and makes sense when you consider everything that is happening in my body to make a tiny human.
Sometimes, when I can tell my husband is eyeing the piles of undone laundry or complaining of having nothing to eat, I like to say things like, "Did you know I made eyeballs for our baby today? Isn't that amazing????" Ha. I can take no credit for this. Our amazing Creator is doing all the work for me, but it makes me feel like I am not such a bad wife for letting the cleaning and cooking go to pot for the last 7 weeks.
Before you judge me and tell me I am a horrible mother-to-be -
I am partially kidding about my complaints.
I am trying to keep a positive attitude and remind myself of the blessings I am receiving throughout this time. While, there are days that I just cry from the pure exhaustion of being sick and tired - I have to admit that there is a joy inside of me that is getting me through it all. It is not a joy I have experienced before. But a love that is growing everyday for this little being I have never met. I also feel like I am falling in love with my husband all over again. I really appreciate the way he has cared for me in the past months and I know that he will be an amazing daddy when our little Peanut arrives. I couldn't ask for a better partner in life and am so thankful God has given him to me. I don't deserve him.
P.S. I have finally found the cord to our camera and plan to blog about our trip to visit Ben's parents in South Carolina and share our Good News with them! Stay tuned.