Just because I've never experienced "morning sickness" doesn't mean my pregnancies have been a bed of roses.
I loved being pregnant with Andrew. I worked the first 3 months and then we moved and finding a temporary job was pointless. So I planned and napped and watched way too much Baby Story on TLC.
I assumed it would be the same with Stephen though I failed to take into account caring for a toddler. I was a little more fatigued and hot the second time around, but it was still fun.
With Matthew, not so much. From the week after Labor Day until his birth at the end of January (and actually a few weeks afterwards) at least one person (and often more than one, including the pregnant mom) was sick. I gave birth with a horrible sinus infection that left one side of my face numb and me unable to breathe.
The Lord has been extremely gracious this time around (either that or the old adage is true: "There's no rest for the wicked"). I've had a lot more energy and certainly felt a lot better than when I was carrying Matthew which is a blessing considering the havoc that can be wreaked by three kids aged 5 and under.
Yes, I have to remind myself not to stretch my legs out straight in the morning for fear of cramps; I've gone to leaving the Tylenol beside my sink because I need it so often; and heartburn comes creeping up throughout the day. But what a joy to feel the kicks and thumps of this precious little child.
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