It was a beautiful rainy morning in Arizona, and I had a few extra minutes before church, so I figured that oatmeal would make a perfect breakfast. I admit that I haven't really been in the mood for oatmeal, but it's got good nutrients and such, and I figured that I should mix up my daily breakfast routine.
I got about two-thirds of the way through the bowl before the first gag, but everything stayed down. Not being one to waste food, I figured I could make it the rest of the way through the bowl. Two bites later, a gag and a cough. My husband asked from the other room if I was feeling okay. It was about that time that I ran to the other bathroom and promptly puked. After that, I admit that I just couldn't finish the rest of the bowl.
I don't know if I can blame in entirely on morning sickness...or if it's just a new aversion to food. Oatmeal has never really bothered me in the past. In fact, it's our requisite breakfast meal on camping trips. But to play it safe, perhaps I'll take oatmeal off my list of foods to eat...at least for a couple more weeks.
So for anyone who prayed that I would puke...it looks like God has answered that prayer. I'm still trying to practice relying on my faith in God instead of my experience with symptoms. But I've said that I want to experience this pregnancy to its full capacity, and this morning's puking episode was just more experience to remember.
Our next appointment is tomorrow, March 1st, at 1:30 pm (Arizona time). My husband called on Friday night while he was working late to tell me that he wasn't going to be able to make it to the appointment because a lot of his colleagues were out of the office. My heart sank, and I shared with him how genuinely disappointed I was. But I also tried really hard to not pick a fight, and I resisted the urge to send passive-aggressive text messages saying things like "I don't ask for much". I came home, did my bible study, and poured out my frustrations and fears to God, asking that he cleanse me of the disappointment and make me brave to handle the appointment by myself. I was sound asleep when my husband crawled into bed moments before midnight, but was fully awake when he cuddled up to me and said that he would work it out so that he could be there on Monday. I'm so appreciative of this man who loves me and stands by me and finds ways to be my support.
Please pray for us tomorrow. I know that we had such a phenomenal experience at our last appointment, but yet I still fear that perhaps something has changed in the last two weeks. I wouldn't say that it's a "big fear"...but rather, I would just say that I have a "realization" or an "understanding" that things can change. I'm praying that this baby has continued to grow and develop in God's image. I'm also praying that the doctor will have mercy on us and let us see the baby again tomorrow.
Today's blessing was finally agreeing on patio furniture with my husband. Ever since moving into our house nearly three years ago, he has wanted to purchase a patio set so that we can sit and enjoy the desert. I've been perfectly fine with the camping chairs and tough box, but he wanted something a little fancier...but not too fancy. We finally found and purchased a set today, and I look forward to sitting out on the porch with him on plenty of evenings during this upcoming beautiful spring weather.