I was going to call Orillia last night to check up on everybody, but I accidentally fell asleep! Tim was at his Wednesday meeting and I was feeling a little gross so I decided to go to bed early. I feel a little bit helpless these days because preparing food makes me a bit queasy. Usually once I actually eat I'm ok, but I've had to get Tim to make dinner for the past two nights. So when Tim was away at his meeting I didn't know what to do with myself! I ended up eating a bowl of french fries (bad, I know!) and some yogurt with oatmeal and berries.
Today marks the beginning of the third month of pregnancy! The last month of the first trimester! I guess this means a lot--once this month is over then the baby will probably be "safe" from miscarriage (or will be "viable" in more medical terms) and I will probably start feeling better again. Honestly, it hasn't been too bad. I think I'm probably pretty lucky that I haven't even thrown up at all and I just feel nauseated some of the time... but it will be nice to feel like my usual self again for a little while before I start feeling like a whale all the time.
I don't know if I have said this before, but when I found out I was pregnant I just thought that there was no way it would actually happen, that I would actually have the child--that it would survive the first trimester. I guess I've read a lot of messages from a lot of other women who seem to have had a lot of miscarriages and I just figured the same thing would happen to me. Now, with everything that has happened, I feel that this baby is meant to be and that it will be born. I feel like Tim and I didn't plan this, but it was planned for us by God.
I feel the same way about meeting and marrying Tim. I think it's probably a good way to build a family.