6 Weeks

That seems to be the time when I start feeling yucky. I’ve been so nervous lately about this pregnancy. I know my body can do it (I have a healthy little boy) but it’s still scary. Sunday morning I woke up and was sure this pregnancy was doomed. I hadn’t been having enough symptoms. I let my mind go there. I hate what my miscarriages have done to my mental state while pregnant.


On Tuesday I just started to feel a little more off. My belly was upset but not to the point of needing to get sick. Yesterday it got worse (exactly the 6 week mark). This morning I thought I might get sick. I hate feeling sick but I know it’s all for something amazing. I was sitting at our dining room table this morning while Liam was eating breakfast. My stomach was so upset. But then I stared at my son, this amazing little boy that grew in my belly. He is perfect. And I have to have hope that being sick is going to allow me to bring another perfect little person into this world.

I hope what I’m feeling continues, even though it’s no fun. The thought of some foods these past few days makes me sick. My sense of smell has really heightened the past 2 days. I pray this little baby is growing and getting stronger every day.