When I was pregnant with my second son, my older sister was very unsympathetic to my daily struggle with morning sickness.
Here I was, 31, married, pregnant with number 2, with my own house, a wonderful husband and what did I have to complain about. Lesli was 32, unmarried and living with mom and dad.
In that pregnancy, I'll admit I complained way too much, and Lesli would say, "What do you have to complain about!"
She was right, I had nothing to complain about...I had everything I ever wanted...to be a wife and mom!
So here I sit, almost 10 weeks pregnant with number three, sick, and mentally worn out of almost 5 weeks of being sick. (I describe my morning sickness like the stomach flu week upon week.) But this I know, God has given me my hearts deepest desire and that although this season is rough it's short! Thanks for all your prayers, encouragement, and support!