Tuesday

I have no idea what I was going to share today. I had two very specific things earlier. Not even a hint as to what they were at this point. My brain and my body and my spirit are all so tired…

God, help me to find healing, please. Grant us ease in our home and household. Help my husband and me to find peace with and in one another throughout the rest of this pregnancy. We are struggling so much right now, it makes everything seem so much worse than it already is – and it already is very hard on us both. Heal me of the nausea and help me to prepare our home and our lives for welcoming this baby in January. Keep me and the baby safe and well, please. Keep my husband safe. In your name, I pray. Amen.

P.S. Ah! One came to me. Don’t read if you can’t handle bathroom stuff.

I had to choose today between the urgency of contents exiting via my bum and via my throat this morning. It was a very tough decision, in the end. I was choosing the throat, and realized the bum was not accepting the choice, so quickly transitioned to sitting on the toilet. I literally barely made it out of that situation before hurling up my guts into the sink. Panic-washed my hands, shook them briefly, and leaned forward to release intensely. It was a dreadful start to the day. But I did feel much improved after the ordeal, to be sure.

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