I have become very short of breath. I am always more short of breath than the average pregnant woman, but it is becoming ridiculous. Any activity at all is now leaving me panting for air. I am okay sitting up (as long as I don’t talk too much — ha! it’s no easy task for me to keep quiet), but I am having a hard time sleeping. I wake up feeling as if someone has had their hand over my mouth and nose. I am gasping for air, and struggling to sit up (it’s hard to sit up with a big belly) so that I can get a good breath.
Both of the girls were sleeping peacefully in the van when I hit a patch of ice and lost control, fishtailing all over the highway before diving into the ditch. The van landed right on its nose, then turned over onto its side. Somehow, I didn’t feel any impact, any jolt. Continue reading “The Car Accident: Learning to Trust My Father”
1. My husband is home, home, home! September/October (and February/March) are his busy times at work, and he spends these months on the road pretty much all the time, home only for weekends. And now, things are settling down, and he’ll be working from home again, with only a few sporadic business trips here and there. What a blessing to welcome him home again. Continue reading “Week 8: Counting My Blessings”
This was a hard week. Farmer Boots has been away, all of my children have colds, and the nausea arrived.
At six weeks, the baby’s heart will be beating, and it will begin its first (unfelt) movements.
We opted out of the early dating ultrasound this time. I really feel called to walk in faith during this pregnancy, with less reliance on medical interventions. Continue reading “Week 6”
Week 5 was great. No nausea (yet), good hcg numbers (7345 — super high!), and Hank was home most of the week. This is his busy season. He spends most of September and October travelling to various parts of the country, flying home for the weekends. So it was a blessing to have him home with us for the entire week.