The depths of my morning sickness.

I am not sure this is the perfect time to begin blogging my life away, due to the fact that I am in the 8th week of pregnancy.  My usually purposeful, disciplined and obsessive tendencies give way to near inability to function.  The home management falls apart.  Noah's ketchup packet tricks in the bathroom stick on the toilet a little (okay, a lot) longer than usual.  The kids, though obedient and helpful, begin to lose hope in the direction and guidance of mom.  Kevin falls asleep on the couch from mere exhaustion from his work load, the kids, and filling in the undone "mommy" gaps.  It's a hard humbling trial for me, one I anticipate ending  (hopefully at week 16, as usual).

However!!!!  ALERT!!!!  I am growing a baby! This is important unseen work!  My unborn child is the size of a kidney bean, and has working knees and elbows.  He is growing fingers this week.  This is a huge task, and gives me a glimmer of hope while I stay sick......

And then I ponder the millions of babies who are aborted.  This thought makes my blood boil, even in my sickness!  But for another time....

So when I got pregnant, I decided up on two goals:

1.  NO COMPLAINING.  This has been hard and I have failed on occasion.  I am thankful for so much, and I know this small amount of suffering is for my benefit and character building.  It also helps to stay away from people---the temptation to complain is lessened when no one is listening.  =)

2.  No T.V. or movies.  I hate movies.  I used to endure them on occasion, but now I can't even do that.  I would rather stare at a blank wall than watch a movie.  My conscience is sensitive and I never plan to change this.  However, I find that when I get sick with morning sickness, I find relief in movies--T.V., chick flicks, anything to occupy my mind......my conscience goes out the window and I waste my hours in junk and worthelessness.  Not to mention, letting my kids do the same.......NOT THIS TIME!  I bought a pile of edifying books on Amazon, and have a big pile next to my chair. I have already put a dent in this pile.  It's been a blessing so far.  I also have my knitting basket and my Audio Bible series next to my chair.  So hopefully I will come out of this season less "scarred."

Eight more weeks.  Can I make it?  Oh, I anticipate getting a bit of my life back.  I look forward to eating, thinking clearly, managing my home better, and simply feeling good again......