Author: hannah.ananas

Well, we had a success today. Two, in fact. I made it to an early Mass at Church, and on my own. I didn’t make it for the whole time still, but I made it all on my own. Then, the ultrasound for the anatomy scan went really well. All things were present and measured appropriate sizes for the exact current length of time the baby has been growing inside of me. The technician couldn’t give officially a result, but was legally allowed to say that she was happy with everything she saw and she answered a lot of questions along the way that eased much anxiety I had been carrying about whether the baby was developing properly and all. Turns out that it all measure up and lines up quite well. Also, still don’t know about gender, intentionally so, but it is now starting to stress me for real. Everything in me wants this one to be a healthy girl. It also was already feeling like a girl, with no clear explanation as to why it feels that way. The first one felt like a boy. This one feels like a girl. However, I am having doubts now, and it is stressing me. Ugh.

God, thank you for this healthy and well and whole baby. Help it continue to grow beautifully and successfully into the child we have longed to have. Help us to be great parents and to love one another through it all. Grant us your grace and peace, please. Keep me and the baby safe. Keep my husband safe, please. Help us always to pursue and fulfill your will voluntarily. In your name, I pray. Amen.

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Turns out, this nausea seems to be linked to something I was starting to experience a couple days ago. There’s a fluttering type of sensation I started to notice in my general belly area. And not the feeling of when the baby moves around. It is constant and consistent. And the speed of it is roughly double the speed of my own heart beat.

It is, quite likely, the baby’s heartbeat. Turns out my aunt had the same thing in two of her pregnancies. But hers didn’t make her nauseous. It just felt… odd. But she also said it only lasted about a month, from about four and a half to five and a half months. And I am right at the four and a half months. So, my theory makes all the more sense.

I did check in with the midwife about it, and she confirmed that it is a very high chance that the weird sensation inside me is the baby’s heartbeat.

I’m also very distracted with now, and so I don’t know what all I was trying to say. So… going to sleep now.

Post-a-day 2024

Well, it’s still shoving into my life. I haven’t quite felt okay for the past two days now, maybe another half on top of that. It’s like all the progress my body had made out of the nausea has jumped back several yards, and I’m back to miserable versions of nausea most of the day and night. I’m still able to consume food the same – much struggle, but it is going down and staying down in almost-reasonable quantities – but it’s like the nausea has rebounded and come back with a slight vengeance. I feel like I did over a month ago, maybe six weeks ago, even, the nausea is so heavy again. I had to tell the girls at school that I was not okay today. In one class, they actually asked if I needed to go to the nurse or something, because I was keeling over with the struggle.

But I made it through and made it home. I felt a touch better once home and outdoors a bit. I even rode my bicycle for several minutes. I had to have my husband adjust the angle of the seat – my hips have very much moved – but then was actually okay to ride around for a short while. It didn’t feel great when each leg was at the peak of the pedal height, but it was a very manageable discomfort, and it felt so good as a whole to be riding period, I rolled easily with it. (Ha. No pun intended, but love it, of course.)

However, not too much after that, I was being attacked by the nausea again and could barely exist, let alone function. I curled oddly on the sofa in my misery, and I awaited food from my husband, not entirely sure I wouldn’t be crying soon. The food helped some, but I was still miserable afterward.

Now, I’ve showered and am in bed. I feel loads better after the shower, but lying down still doesn’t feel great. Neither does the loud music from the neighbors that keeps vibrating the walls… ugh.

I’m exhausted and close to crying at how miserable I feel.

God, help me and the baby both to be well and to feel well. Keep us safe, and keep my husband safe, please. Thank you for my grandma. Thank you for my family. Help us all to follow your will and to see it clearly at each step. In your name, I pray. Amen.

P.S. I sent a video message to my best friend last night from bed, wishing her a happy birthday. But, I was so sick from nausea, that it was a dreadfully sad video message. I even sang to her, but was having to moan and pause all throughout the video, due to the intense nausea. She’s in Europe, so my bedtime was already last midnight for her. Therefore, after I went to school today, it was still her birthday. She sent a quick video reply to me, saying how she was grateful for the message but also how utterly sad the whole thing was. I agreed, of course, but knew I couldn’t do much better… So, I asked my students if they wanted to sing “Happy Birthday” for my best friend. Naturally, they were beyond game. We verified that everyone remember les my best friend’s name, and then I hit record and sent them off. Several of them even danced around and very much performed throughout the song, and it was utterly adorable and sweet. Within minutes, my friend had replied, clearly overjoyed, saying how cute and awesome it was and thanking us all. I’m so glad and grateful it occurred to me to do that and that the girls were so game. (Coincidentally, it then reminded one girl that her dad’s birthday is this weekend, and she had everyone sing again to record on her computer for him for tomorrow. The dancing and tricks were even more ridiculous for that one, and the girls kind of couldn’t stop laughing throughout the whole thing. And they called him multiple names at once and broke into giggles over it. It was great.)

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Man… today was kind of tough, but not necessarily worse than yesterday. I managed to enjoy some good, easy company in great weather for almost hall an hour today at lunch. I got to nap on our large guest bed with my husband this evening. Oh, we did have meetings after school, and so I didn’t get home until after five, which is over twelve hours after I usually wake… so, that sucked.

Oh, also, our chicken died overnight. I specifically woke up, kind of panicking, and asked my husband where he had put the chicken who was in recovery from the mites and fleas – she got hit really hard by them, and so was being kept separate from the fat chickens who seemed to be fine, though they were covered in the bugs, likely because they are so much bigger and fatter. I asked specifically if she was safe from other animals getting her, and he told me she would be fine and that she was in a safe spot. When I awoke in the morning, I was almost instantly worrying about her. I went outside as soon as I could after my bathroom troubles, and, sure enough, there was a small spread of feathers on the ground, including big ones that don’t just fall out when they fluff around and whatnot. I barely even bothered looking around after that, because I was already crying. I actually cursed and said how I had asked my husband to make sure she was safe from other animals overnight. She was not even at half capacity, so she had almost no ability to defend herself or fly away – that was the whole reason I asked him to make sure edge was in a covered space, safe from other animals. I even used those words. But he didn’t. He assumed she would be fine, because she had been fine outside the coop overnight in the past. He did not account for her being sick this time, though. So, now our only black chicken is gone, likely attacked viciously by effing raccoons and dragged to some terrible ditch hole… that’s the part that hurts the most right now, I think. Ugh.. it just gives me the shivers and feels like such a horrible disservice to our one semi-smart chicken, and the one who actually could fly. Not to mention her awesome black feathers with a blue-ish-green tinge. She was different in a very cool and beautiful way. I am very sad to have lost her, and especially so due to our own negligence.

Yeah… I miss you, Blackie. And I’m so sorry we left you utterly helpless like that. You clearly tried to survive. I’m so sorry. Thank you for being such an entertaining and different bird from the rest. And thank you for being so accepting of the newer chickens, completely unlike the others, who are very much and often punks. We’ll miss you a lot. And I never would have thought I’d feel that way about a chicken. You were clearly cool and special. Bye-bye, birdie. Bye-bye, Blackie.

Also, I’m super nauseous and struggling massively to keep down my dinner right now, and it super sucks.

God, help me release this nausea and to eat well, that my baby and I be healthy and well and whole. Keep my husband safe, please. Keep me and my family safe, please, and help us always to see our next step in your will clearly. In your name, I pray. Amen.

Post-a-day 2024

Very tired. This week is getting harder each day. But I was able to say aloud how I truly hate my job and I don’t want to be there. It doesn’t mean that I don’t want to have the job still. I do want to have the job and to earn the money from it. I also like the students and the teaching itself most of the time. But I also hate the job as a whole and don’t really want to be there almost ever right now. I am sick and growing a baby and dealing with a lot around that fact. But this is where I need to be right now, so this is where I am.

So, yeah. I’m appreciative of and want to keep my job. And I also hate it. And it feels good and, even, somewhat relieving to be allowed to acknowledge that out loud. I don’t have to like my job or to want to be at it each day. It’s okay for me to hate it and still want to have it and do it. And I do.

Thank you, God, for this job that is so close to home and that pays very decently for a teaching job. Help me to be well and help the baby to be whole and well and safe, please. Keep my husband safe. Help us always to follow your will and to see it clearly at each step. Keep my grandma well, please, and my family safe. In your name, I pray. Amen.

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I just can’t do this anymore. I didn’t much care for politics before. But I can’t stand it now. There is so much fake-ness and trash thrown around, and the truly important questions are often straight up ignored. I am afraid of what could happen to our country and to our world, all because of leadership. I never thought the president mattered all that much. I have learned very differently in recent years. And from personal experience, as well as from witnessing what happens, second-handed. I am getting too scared and stressed with all of this now, and I need to step away.

God, help our country to heal in all ways and to turn to you. Help me to heal, please. Make me and our baby well, and grant us a country in which it is safe for us to grow as a family. Help us bring this healthy baby into a world worth loving. Keep my husband safe, please. In your name, I pray. Amen.

Post-a-day 2024

Today was hard. I am having to go ahead and bite the bullet on some terrible, time-wasting sh** at school, and it hurts. It just hurts me to my core. I think the only thing getting me through the strain of this right now is being able to rest in the knowledge that I will not have to be at this place or deal with all this nonsense and crap next year.

I will get to be where I have been called to be in life.

God, please, help us to fulfill this dream you have granted us to dream. Keep me and the baby safe, and make us both well and healthy. Keep my husband safe, please, and progressing well and effectively in his studies and his work. Help us to take care of our family and to help it grow well and beautifully. Make clear our next step always, please, and be always with us, please. Help us to notice you more and more easily each day. Grant us the words to share your will and your love in the world and with one another. Thank you for this life, this home, my family, my husband, and this opportunity. Thank you for the opportunity to trust you, and for helping me do it better and better each time. In your name, I pray. Amen.

Post-a-day 2024

Multiple sources have discussed lately the idea of having gratitude for the stuff that sucks in life, for they, too, can be God’s will. Naturally, they are resulting from whatever decision and such we have made up to this point, but the idea is to consider that God wants us to be exactly where we are in even the tough times, as they somehow lead us back to Him more powerfully and fully than before the pains and sufferings. And some other stuff that my brain isn’t recalling right now, but that I know sounded worth considering, and so I am considering it all.

So, tonight, during prayer for dinner, when the host was listing off specifics for which he was grateful, I silently added one for my current sickness, trusting God with it as part of His will.

And it actually felt good to do so. It allowed space for my not knowing and not understanding everything, and truly just trusting God, completely oblivious to how it all plays to His will in my life.

So, that was cool. It still totally sucks to be so sick and miserable so often. But that was still a valuable and beneficial event and viewpoint for me.

Thank you, God, for this life. Help us to be well, please. Make me and the baby safe. Keep my husband safe, please. Help us all to sleep well at night. Help me to enjoy going camping. In your name, I pray. Amen.

Post-a-day 2024

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Well, I noticed last night while showering and then confirmed today, when my belly wasn’t swollen with any gas to sway things, that I have lost sight of my groin area. If I lean my head way to the side and twist my belly the opposite direction, I can just glimpse the very bottom bit. But, in terms of looking forward downward or actually seeing the whole area, it’s a definite nope. I’m not entirely sure when that happened, because I haven’t paid close attention the past several days… well, I haven’t paid close attention at all. I’m usually utterly exhausted by the time I shower, I’m giving it all I have just to get through the shower, let alone pay attention to anything. Nonetheless, I do think it is a very recent development, because it was very pointedly odd and then so jarring for me when I realized that what was off was that I wasn’t able to see anything at all. Had that been the case at any point sooner, I would have had the initial shock then. Plus, I do remember specifically seeing the region just recently while showering.

So, anyway, lost sight of that now. Very weird for me.

Progress in the pregnancy, I suppose!

God, help me and the baby to be well and safe, please. Keep my husband safe. Thank you for our home and our lives. Help us always to see clearly our next step. Help us to pursue and fulfill your will in our lives, always. In your name, I pray. Amen.

Post-a-day 2024

My husband passed this tests and check rides this week, so he is signed off as a commercial pilot. Woohoo for him! Still much to go before he will be likely to get full-time work in it all, but this was a major step forward for it all, and not an easy one. I’m proud of him, and grateful. Hopefully, this helps ease his mind a bit, and he can start being more at ease in our daily lives.

God, thank you for the blessings of today. Help my husband to be a successful and good pilot. Keep him safe, please. Make me and the baby well and safe, please. Help us all to sleep well at night, especially tonight. Thank you for this life. Thank you for Father Drew – receive him with grace, ease, and joy. Help him to see the wonders he has created, and that it is okay for him to join you fully now. In your name, I pray. Amen.

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