Morning sickness. Week 6 hit me like a ton of bricks. In all 5 of my pregnancies, the sickness has been the worst this go round. But, the past few days, it’s really lightened up a bit. I’ve felt more like myself than I have in a couple weeks and I’ve been able to walk into a room without gagging at a every smell that crosses my nose. As thankful as I am that I’m able to function like a normal human being, it also makes me a little nervous. I know when I’m sick that my hormones are soaring and things are progressing. When I’m not, I start to wonder. Is everything going okay? Is my precious baby still trucking along?? Tmr I have my 8 week ultrasound and I am so ready. Excited, yet nervous, to see the doctor. Will we hear that everything is going okay? Or will we hear those dreaded words again, “there’s no heartbeat”. We lost our first baby at 8 weeks, the second at 10, and the third closer to 12. So these next few weeks are filled with excitement, anticipation, yet fear. But, I know that God is in control. I know that he has a plan for me. So I’m trying to stay focused on that. On him. On the fact that I can’t change anything. I can’t make these weeks go by faster. I can only put my faith and trust in him and be done with it. I’ve been praying that it is his will for us to have this baby. That it is his will for us to be able to carry to term. No matter what, I want HIS will to be done. Not my own. Not my husbands. But Gods. His will has a purpose for me. His will is what’s best for me. Even if I don’t see it at the time, or understand the reasoning behind it. I know he does. So Father God, may your kingdom come, may your will be done on earth as it is in heaven.