We are midway into week 12, and the first trimester is almost over. I have to admit, this has been a tense three months, wondering how the baby is doing, concerned that we may have another miscarriage. I've realized that it is easier to just expect the worst so that in the event something does happened, we're not shocked or surprised.
In light of that, I was thinking after our last Bible study, about how Jesus walked on the water, and the previous week of Jesus feeding the 5000. Each of those incidents displayed to miraculous powers of God, and how He in essence takes care of all things beyond what our own human mind can comprehend. The disciples in the boat should not have been afraid of Jesus when they saw Him walking on water, but be comforted by his mere presence. I guess what I'm trying to say is that Jesus is naer us every day, every hour, every second. Unfortunately, in my limited understanding of Him, I fail to hold that close to me and my worries get the better part of me. Trusting Him is the main solution to the problem of fear. There is no other way than to trust and obey.
Mimi continues to vomit, but not as much as before. I'm not sure if I can attach any particular reason to her vomiting so it is hard to plan what might be good for her to eat or not eat. I try my best, like preparing oranges for her every morning. Making toast so she can get a dose of carbs in her diet. I try to cook spinach for the iron. I try to make noodles because I know that is what she likes. From a husband standpoint, I really believe there is no rhyme or reason to the eating habits of the pregnant woman, so I figure just go with the flow and not try to figure everything out. I got a little ambitious with some of the items she found helpful at first, so I would buy them at Costco in the "value pack" size. Big mistake. I bought her a bag of fruits and nuts, and she maybe had some the first few days after I purchased it, but now I find myself eating it as a snack. I also bought some Welche's fruit snacks because we thought that might be an easy thing for her to eat. I also bought it from Costco and sure enough, the majority of it sits in the box on the kitchen table unopened. I suppose we can always save it for when we have kids come to visit, or maybe Halloween time.
I'm very glad that our first trimester is coming to an end. As mentioned before, it was a difficult time for the two of us. A few nights prior to our last doctor's visit, both of us had disruptive sleep. I remember having some vivid dreams, not necessarily nightmares, but just more unpleasant dreams. I also would find myself waking up much earlier than normal, almost aroun 5:45 am, and then just going back to bed for a little while longer. I would say the stress has decreased enough to the point where I can relax and enjoy life a little bit more, but I still watch over the health and well being of Mimi.
For a girl who hates to vomit and feel sick all the time, I really have to give her credit for toughing it out. I really had to push her the other day to go walking and swimming. I'm trying to make sure that she get just a little bit of exercise to keep herself and the baby healthy. Her energy level is so much lower than what I have known her to be, and who can blame her. The baby is taking the bulk of her energy to grow stronger and stronger. I am very glad for that, but continue to feel so bad for Mimi. In the end though, just having some small events to attend or easy physical activities has been very good for her. Even today, I hope to convince her to come and swim with me. With a warm day now, and the sun shining brightly, I hope that she will say yes.
I guess that is it for now. We've got the CPMC graduation to attend tonight, which I hope is rather low key. I'm not sure if we'll stay for the whole thing, but we'll see what happens. Till next time... Ciao.
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