I am Thankful for Weeds

I do not claim to be a good sport. I do not like having my life revolve around what goes in my body, what will surely soon come back up (usually to my relief), and then what I will put back in my body to compensate. I feel so sick. I am sad and my morale is low. It feels good to cry and release some of the whirling stress in my body. I wish it did not have to be this way. But I knew this pregnancy would be a snake when I picked it up. I take consolation in knowing that my suffering will be forgotten when I am seeing my baby walk for the first time or play along side its older brother. I’ve done it before and I survived. It was a small sacrifice in retrospect.

I woke up at four thirty this morning and my up-chuck reflex informed me that I was up for the day. The good that came from this was that I was able to shower and put on make-up for the first time this week. Doug and I went for an early walk before it got too hot. We got home with a half an hour of lovely weather left so Doug and I sat down in the dirt and did some weeding. It felt good to be outside and occupied. It was nice to focus on something other than soap operas and my digestive tract. Doug was being so good examining bugs and stirring the dirt. It was a sweet half an hour for me and helped me get through the day.