Week 7 day 1

Another day of another phase, so apparently, my 7^th week starts today, that means I’ve got six more weeks to the end of my first trimester (T1). I woke up my husband around 4am and told him I was hungry, he went to the kitchen, brought me a big size cucumber, I ate it all, looked at him and said, “I’m still hungry”. He went back to the kitchen, made noodles garnished with sardine and I ate it all, only after eating it all did I realize he didn’t add pepper, lol. Later in the day, I ate rice, orange, banana, Irish potato and egg sauce, hmmm that was yummy. I also noticed that because I spread my food and didn’t eat large quantity at once and also ate fruits, I didn’t have indigestion, I just gassed a lot. My love for sugar is really dwindling, I really seem not to understand but I think I like it. Anything for the wellbeing of my baby is welcomed. So today I still had the morning sickness, I felt sick from last night even up till now. So how have I been coping with this? I take lots and lots of rest, I made sure I’m doing no stressful work, I let people help me as much as they want to, seriously I had to let go of the mindset that they might think I am lazy, I stopped thinking that way and let people help, like I said, anything for the well being of the baby. I’m also taking lots and lots of water even though that would mean peeing about 748 times today, water is very essential at this stage, more so it helps with digestion. Oh I have to pee right now. Water rocks.

So yesterday I said, we must welcome change that comes with the result we have always wanted. Yesterday, I heard a sad story from a woman I know. She has a child and has been expecting another one for almost 9 years now. She told me some weeks back that she was sick and had malaria although she never went to a doctor to confirm if it was really malaria. She treated for malaria and continued her daily life style. Just last week while lifting a big bucket of water, she felt a very sharp pain in her abdomen and then she went to the hospital and was told she was pregnant but it had to be evacuated for her safety as the pregnancy is spoilt and not viable. It was so painful that she cried for days. I encouraged her not to worry and that I believe before the year ends she will take in again, please do say amen to that.

Now my point is this many times, we have been expecting a miracle so long that we have stopped expecting it, to the point that even when it finally happens, we do not recognize it and may lose it in the process. No matter how long it takes, never lose hope and never stop expecting your miracle to come, keep trusting God, I’ve never known Him to fail, that is not to say I’ve not had a challenging life, I have. But for every challenge I faced, God came through for me, He has never failed and He’s not about to start with you. So sweetheart, expect your miracle, it will surely come and when it finally comes, be sure to recognize it for what it is so that you don’t lose it out of ignorance. Do have a lovely day and see you tomorrow. Love you.