{Pregnancy}: A Glimpse into the First Trimester

Warning: This post may contain complaining and details of morning sickness…you have been warned.

Brian and I were so excited when we found out about a month ago that we are going to have a new addition to our family this September! Soon after we found out, reality set in and I got a rude awakening to how much work it really is to grow a baby fungus  fetus.

I consider it a great day if I only puke once. Today I have thrown up seven times and it's only 10:30am.
When I'm not in the bathroom, I'm laying on the couch watching TV to distract myself from the constant nausea that lives inside my stomach. Each time I so much as sit up, I feel even more sick. Food no longer even sounds good and my main primeval focus has become survival. Some people focus on eating organic and exercising during pregnancy, I feel blessed if I can keep a popsicle down.They say that it's a good sign if you are nauseas with pregnancy…I kind of feel like I'm dying.

In the midst of all this, there has been some good. I have truly felt the tender mercies of the Lord, letting me know that there are people who love me and have survived this same thing.

I called my sis the other day, crying because I was so hungry but couldn't keep any food down, and I couldn't do the dishes because just smelling them from our living room made me sick. Thankfully, she went through the exact same thing with her pregnancies so she is a good person to call when I'm feeling like I can't do this. Twenty minutes after I called her, she came over unannounced and did all our dishes, cleaned our kitchen, made me rice crispy treats, and brought me all the foods that she could keep down during her pregnancies. The whole time I just sat there at the kitchen table and cried because I was so beyond grateful. It literally meant the world to me.

Not to mention, last Sunday when Brian had to work all day; his parents drove over, gave me a blessing, packed me into their car with all my snacks (they even brought my dog), and took care of me all day. I feel bad because I've pretty much claimed a permanent spot on their couch this past week…but I am so grateful to have family in town. I honestly don't know what I would do otherwise.

I'm writing this post for a few reasons:
1. If/when my sisters or friends go through this, I want to remember exactly how I felt so that I can help them in the same way my family has helped me.
2. For the lucky people who don't get sick with pregnancy and look at me like I'm crazy when I say I am literally incapable of working full time right now…maybe this will help them know where I am coming from.
3. For all the friends that have asked if we can hang out lately, I promise we aren't trying to avoid you. Getting out of the house, or even off the couch has been more of a challenge than I ever thought possible.

We really are excited to have a baby, I promise. Some days I just need a little encouragement...