This morning, while I was walking through the hospital, I kept feeling dizzy and nauseous. I shrugged it off, and kept going about my business. Well, eventually I started gagging. I frantically looked around for a bathroom, but realized that the exit door was closer, so I high-tailed it out of the hospital and threw up all over the sidewalk. So much for being a good Samaritan :)
Most of you know I tend to be a hypochondriac. In every class I take, I seem to self-diagnose... myself... with some rare, debilitating illness. I've "had" everything from a brain tumor or meningitis to diabetes, leukemia, colon cancer.... you name it. Of course none of these have ever manifested as a real disease, but they certainly plague my mind for a few days. I read my notes, thinking, "back pain? fatigue?... I HAVE THAT!" Well, probably for that reason, I've had a hard time lately actually believing that I'm pregnant. I keep thinking, well, maybe it's really a hydatidiform mole or an ectopic pregnancy, or a "chemical" pregnancy, or amenorrhea, or something else. I know I'll be reassured once we have our first OB appointment on Monday. As a result, I've been looking out for new symptoms that might reassure me that I'm actually pregnant. So, this morning, right before I threw up, I thought, "oh, crap... I mean, THANK YOU GOD!"
It's interesting how much I've been attributing everything about this pregnancy to God. I'm sure it has a lot to do with how active I have become in our church. It just seems that so much about this has fallen into place, like getting pregnant right away, getting 11 weeks off for maternity leave, finding a perfect new house with a big backyard, and other things. I count my blessings everyday.
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