This pregnancy was wanted. It was welcomed. It was celebrated.
This baby is a blessing. She is wanted. She is welcomed. She will be celebrated.
But it can't be over soon enough. It has caused me to wonder if more children is a good thing. It's caused me to question whether or not giving our family size to the Lord is indeed something I can do. I know it's the right thing to do, but I don't think I have another nine months in me.
I'm struggling with life. I struggle to do the barest of bare minimums each day. I have no energy and no strength. I have no patience and no tolerance. I'm pretty sure I may even have gestational diabetes. I bought a glucometer and have been testing my sugar levels several times a day.
It's not looking good.
This comes as no surprise. I'm 100 pounds over weight and in love with sugar. One plus one still equals two, right?
Sixteen weeks is an eternity. I'm hoping that it will be over then and that I haven't really died and gone to he'll without realizing it.