Still nauseous. Still gassy. Still miserable. And, since this is the second time around, my belly shows rather obviously already what’s going on on the inside.
This next week has me hopeful that things could turn better on the illness front. Supposedly, weeks 6-9 are the worst. This week and a half-ish has been absolutely dreadful, and we’re in the middle of week eight right now. So, fingers crossed, it will improve and we all will be well together within the next week.
God, keep us safe, please. Make us all well and happy and holy together. Make this pregnancy a very good one, please, and help me to feel well as our child grows well. Keep my husband safe, please. Thank you for this opportunity. Show me always clearly my next steps in pursuing and fulfilling your will. In your name, I pray. Amen.
Post-a-day 2024
hannah ananas 