After yesterday's post title, it's kinda funny that I felt wretched the entire day. Oh well.
As I lay in bed this morning, trying not to throw up, I told Kevin that I finally understand the phrase "joy in the midst of suffering." Well, I've understood it before, but just not personally experienced it until pregnancy. I am so sick at the moment and feel absolutely terrible, yet I am thrilled and overjoyed that I feel so bad because it means that I'm preggers and my pregnancy hormones are strong, which will help the baby. It doesn't change the fact that I still feel horrible, but it changes my outlook; I have joy. God is causing me to suffer for a pretty awesome reason. I suppose the real test would be to feel this way and not know why, to not know the reason I'm suffering, and to still feel joy. I doubt I could do that. Baby steps. :)
I had a pretty busy weekend and Monday and Baby Rice and I need some recovery time. We plan on doing nothing more strenuous than wrapping Christmas presents, going to the post office, watching movies, and sleeping.