As week 6 rolls around the nausea has definitely reared it’s ugly head. As with every other pregnancy (4) of mine I knew it was coming with a vengeance. I’m a full time working mother, who’s husband is gone most evenings working since he is in school during the day. When dealing with patients all day it’s very hard to keep a smile on my face and not gag at every smell that comes through the door. The nurses are popping popcorn in the back, the vegan up front is cooking broccoli in the microwave. And I’m sitting here trying to muster down this ginger ale without puking into the trash can. But, I keep thinking that the worse I feel, the better it is because that means my levels are going up and things are progressing as they should. I have my first ultrasound on the 21st and I am anxiously awaiting that day. I want to hear good news, I want to see a tiny sac and maybe even a precious heartbeat. Being nervous and excited is an understatement.
Then I think back to Mary. Mary was a young, unmarried virgin, and was told from an angel that she would be pregnant with the Son of God! I can’t imagine what she must have felt. The shock, worry, even fear! How would Joseph take it? How would everyone take it? Back then the penalty for pregnancy was stoning! How did she deal with the sickness, the headaches, the exhaustion without a ginger ale to get her through the day????? The answer is simple. The Lord. I highly doubt he took away all her worries, fears, and all her sickness. But I believe he gave her strength to get through them with a smile on her face. I believe he gave her courage to walk out into the crowds with a growing belly. And I believe he will do the same for me. We can ask God for anything and everything. We may not always receive what we ask for but we can still ask, because he is a loving, caring father and wants us to come to him. If I’m feeling like I’m about to open my car door and vomit on the road at a stop light (this morning), bet your bottom dollar I’m going to be praying that God gives me the strength to make it to work. If my exhaustion kicks in at night when I’m hanging out with my daughter, I pray that God will give me enough energy until her bedtime. I am so thankful for this blessing in my belly. The chance to be a mother to an infant again. The chance to be pregnant and feel and see little kicks again. I am thankful for every sickness, every headache, and every bolt of energy and strength I receive from the Lord. For every good and perfect gift is from above.