Hello you beautiful people! I hope you are all doing so well and have had a beautiful start to fall! I have been busy lying-in bed for the last 2 months growing a little human child!
I'm almost 15 weeks! The Dr. said the timeline is an April 1st due date, but Baby was measuring for March 28th! and we have not found out the gender yet!
I am so excited for this baby, and I am also looking forward to not getting sick anymore!
I wish I could tell you I've handled this well, but It's been so hard for me.
I know it's a common thing to get morning sickness and many women like myself actually are sick all day (Hi mom & sis) I know others have it worse and some are blessed with not feeling sick at all! (I'm not jealous) But I would rather give birth twice then be sick for this long. I've also struggled with anxiety to another level with this pregnancy. I wanted to share a little of my experience because I find myself scouring the internet looking for other women who have experienced it and how do they cope?!
Because for me coping has meant just surviving, trying to distract my mind with Christmas movies and YouTube (I can't even count how many talent show acts I've seen) and drinking my body weight in chocolate milk. Plain water? No thanks, it makes the baby sick.
So, all this to say, this should-be wonderful time in our lives has been so hard for me.
Feeling so sick and at times not being able to do anything for my family or myself has been frustrating and humbling. But I am thankful for this baby, I am thankful for my husband and his family who have gone above and beyond to take care of me and our daughter, and I am thankful for our friends who have gone grocery shopping, babysat, and have been praying.
So now for the purpose of this post, besides sharing baby news! is to share this devotional my mother-in-law sent me and my husband back in August and at the time I couldn't even read more than a few lines of it because I felt so physically ill.
But it's always been in the back of my mind like I needed to finish it.
Well, recently I was able to, and it was JUST the encouragement I needed. It put this whole experience into a divine perspective, and I wanted to share with anyone who maybe feeling in the dumps with your health, whether you have morning sickness, or another sort that has put you on the sidelines. I hope this can encourage you as it has for me.
I also think of women who would gladly be sick for the whole 9 months if it meant having a baby, I know God has His plan for each of our lives and if you are struggling to get pregnant, please let me know, I would love to be able to pray for you.
I"This sickness is not unto death."
From our Lord's words we learn that there is a limit to sickness. Here is an "unto" within which its ultimate end is restrained, and beyond which it cannot go. Lazarus might pass through death, but death was not to be the ultimatum of his sickness. In all sickness, the Lord saith to the waves of pain, "Hitherto shall ye go, but no further." His fixed purpose is not the destruction, but the instruction of his people. Wisdom hangs up the thermometer at the furnace mouth, and regulates the heat.
1. The limit is encouragingly comprehensive. The God of providence has limited the time, manner, intensity, repetition, and effects of all our sicknesses; each throb is decreed, each sleepless hour predestinated, each relapse ordained, each depression of spirit foreknown, and each sanctifying result eternally purposed. Nothing great or small escapes the ordaining hand of him who numbers the hairs of our head.
2. This limit is wisely adjusted to our strength, to the end designed, and to the grace apportioned. Affliction comes not at haphazard; the weight of every stroke of the rod is accurately measured. He who made no mistakes in balancing the clouds and meting out the heavens, commits no errors in measuring out the ingredients which compose the medicine of souls. We cannot suffer too much nor be relieved too late.
3. The limit is tenderly appointed. The knife of the heavenly Surgeon never cuts deeper than is absolutely necessary. "He doth not afflict willingly, nor grieve the children of men." A mother's heart cries, "Spare my child;" but no mother is more compassionate than our gracious God. When we consider how hard-mouthed we are, it is a wonder that we are not driven with a sharper bit. The thought is full of consolation, that he who has fixed the bounds of our habitation, has also fixed the bounds of our tribulation.
Love you all!