9 weeks

Yesterday, I hit the 9 week mark.  So far, things have been, well, different.  The nausea has been awful, but I haven't vomited near as much as I did with my first 2.  Perhaps because my doctor prescribed me Zofran, the wonder drug before I got really sick.  Still, I find myself completely exhausted without energy to do much of anything.  When I actually venture out and push myself, I crash and burn within moments of taking a break and regret it entirely the next day.  Mondays are usually the worst as I work all day on Sunday.  And I'm still having lots of vomiting, just not as much as with the first 2.  Smells haunt me.  Loud noises make it worse.  I'm seriously thinking that I do not want to do this again, so as we had already planned, number 4 will be adopted.

This past week I went on a prayer retreat in Blue Ridge, GA.  I think it was just what I needed, although it was hard to be away from home.  We couldn't talk at all until 11am every morning, which was nice because I could sleep in and spend some time with Jesus.  And sleeping in for me is until 8am, which was easy to do in the most comfortable bed I have ever slept in.  I was in good company too.  Amanda Johnson, Ruth Patz, and Jennine Brandt were with me, as well as some other seasoned women that I got to meet and know.  I got lots of wisdom and discipleship, and I got to have fun.  We went tubing and white water rafting (pictures to come).

Being home now, presents some challenges though.  I have some important decisions to make and it's never easy to get back to work after a relaxing vacation.   But God is good and faithful and I'm ready to embark on the next chapter of my life.