It's really not that I think people enjoy reading about vomiting, but I HAVE to let the world know that it is 8:15 p.m., and I have NOT thrown up a single time today! For the last four weeks, I've been getting sick about 15-20 times a day, so this is monumental news. I know the night is not over, but I may be willing to go to bed in a few minutes just to close the day out while I'm way ahead.
So why the sudden sickness drop off? Well, lots and lots of prayers being answered, first of all. Secondly, I can't help but think it has much to do with the fact that some dear friends of ours have taken our children to their home for three days. I have had almost two full days of no one needing anything from me, no need to get up at any time, pretty much no responsibilities whatsoever. I got out of bed at 11 this morning, and have kept a very relaxed pace all day. Because I didn't have to worry about getting everyone ready, I was able to leave the house and just stroll around a few stores for several hours, which was a wonderful distraction.
I also think the Lord knew that my frail, whiny frame had simply had enough. I hadn't kept any food down in days (and hadn't had much time to even try to get any down between "episodes"), was losing weight at an alarming rate, and felt like I was teetering on the brink of needing to get myself some extra medical attention. Lest anyone think I've been handling this sickness with grace and patience, I assure you that I unfortunately have not. Daily I moan to my husband about the sheer agony of it all, whine that I can't take it anymore, and beg him to put me out of my misery. (The smart man wouldn't dare do such a thing after running the show alone for the last month.) I cry about it, writhe around in a nauseated heap on the bed, and don't dare look at myself in the mirror.
BUT today...ahh, today. Today I've had a reprieve, and while I don't expect it to last, I have been thanking the Lord profusely for the glimmer of hope. Today has been a reminder that this, indeed, will come to an end, and that there is a baby being knit in my womb. "Bless the Lord, O my soul, and all that is within me, bless His holy name!"
**Update: Well, there was one horrid episode around 10 p.m. that I couldn't avoid. But still, I'll take that any day over the usual!**