It’s official, brushing my teeth is now my most hated have-to
The one thing I absolutely dread each morning is brushing my teeth. Now that I’m pregnant, each and every time I do this, I end up making an offering to the porcelain god. I don’t remember it being this bad my first time and I have hopes that this won’t last the entire 9 months. We’ll see.
On a more positive note, I am 9 weeks along and am still excited about the little person growing inside of me. I sat in bed last night thanking God for using me as a vehicle to create something so precious. Even with the sickness, I feel so blessed to be able to do this. Matt and I wonder how in the world we can love another child as much as Isa, but we know it’s more than possible.
On another note:
I have a dear friend who can’t have children, and I pray that God will bring blessings to her and her husband in some way. They’re considering adoption, which I think is so noble. Something has to be said of those that willingly take on the care and responsibility of someone else’s child.
