During my first pregnancy I threw a pregnancy devotional across the room when it chirpily said something along the lines of well, hopefully you didn't have any nausea and if you did it should be over by now and you're into a happy second trimester. I was still vomiting daily and I wanted to punch the author of the book.
I have been known to point out to my children the different places I got sick while pregnant with them. The best (or worst) was a police station on the infamously winding Lincoln drive in Philadelphia. I always said morning sickness was why there were more female saints (not fact-checked).
Your reflection is beautiful, brings that experience to a whole new level of holy. Thank you, Poet Jesus.
"Body at war" Ah, yes, and I'm grinning as I remember:
I'm hungry. I'm sleepy too. Which will win today?
Do I have to bend over to spit out the toothpaste?
Thankfully, "Right?' was right three times.
Oh yeah.
During my first pregnancy I threw a pregnancy devotional across the room when it chirpily said something along the lines of well, hopefully you didn't have any nausea and if you did it should be over by now and you're into a happy second trimester. I was still vomiting daily and I wanted to punch the author of the book.
"Morning" sickness? Ha! Try "ALL-BLOODY-DAY" sickness!
Yep, all day and first two trimesters for me. Some people have it all three, so I suppose I should be grateful . . .
Right?!
I love this.
No truer words.
I have been known to point out to my children the different places I got sick while pregnant with them. The best (or worst) was a police station on the infamously winding Lincoln drive in Philadelphia. I always said morning sickness was why there were more female saints (not fact-checked).
Your reflection is beautiful, brings that experience to a whole new level of holy. Thank you, Poet Jesus.
Thank you, Mary! I remember being at a wedding and having to step out . . .