I've known for a week and a half that I am pregnant. I took the test Saturday, November 21st. It salved the hurt of losing Meme. I told Jonathan last night. I have been sooo fatigued over the past two weeks - between pregnancy and potty training, I'm an exhausted mess. Every little stomach twinge, I'm anxious. Every stomach pain or cramp...and every time I got to the bathroom, I'm looking for signs for miscarriage. It's a really stressful time.
So I'm training my brain. Every time I feel scared about this pregnancy, I say to myself, "Dear Lord, please strengthen my womb and let me carry to term a healthy baby. I know you are faithful."
I'm mad at myself every time I get scared. I feel like it's a lack of faith in God, to be scared that I may miscarry again.
Thank you Lord, for giving me chance after chance to strengthen my faith in you over the next nine months. You are faithful. You are my help and my confidence.
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