Will I Make It?

I'm hoping that I will feel up to going to the Oregon Campout. As it is, I feel good in the morning and early afternoons, but then I take a steady decline around 2-3pm. By 7pm I feel sicker than a dog. Although, to be honest, I haven't really seen a dog sick on a regular basis. However, I still felt the pull to use that old cliche'.

So I get up in the morning, and I am scrambling to get things accomplished. Especially any out of house duties that need to be taken care of. I haven't been as sick for the hours in a day that I am normally plagued with morning sickness, but it really starts to bog me down. Den only gets to see me on the downhill slide anymore, since he doesn't get home til later. I am sort of a drag to come home to.

Thankfully, the boys are awesome about staying on top of their chores though. So Den isn't coming home to the sort of messes he did when I was first starting to build our family. However, things still drive me batty. I sat on the floor of Roman's room today, trying to comfort the screaming toddler, and it was working as long as I was sitting beneath him as we watched Curious George for the umpteenth million time. As I sat there, my eyes scanned the room. The dirty walls, the dirty closet door from all the children that have graced that bedroom in the last few months. I could see stuff shoved in the closet that didn't belong there, and I began to think about all the things that needed to be done before we left for the campout on Friday. I felt overwhelmed.

I know that some of this stuff will just have to wait. After all, it's not everyday I make a baby, but if anyone knows me at all, then they know that it drives me nuts. Thankfully, we are managing, and like I said I feel like I am in a mad dash to get a lot accomplished in the hours that I feel decent. I have to keep reminding myself that this is only a season, and it won't be long before it's over. Remind myself? More like an endless chant as I avoid corners and closets of unseen rooms.

Anyway, for now I am about to lie down again. It's 6:30pm and I am so nauseous. I want to be fun for Den when he gets home. Ya know, forget about fun I want to seem like I have some life in me when he gets home. Actually, I just want to be aware of the fact that he IS home....LOL.

Thank you for your prayers as I continue to weather the storm of morning sickness. God has been so merciful to me that I want to be careful to give Him credit. He has been generous when I needed it, and during the other times it may be His way of just slowing me down. After all, I'm not as young as I used to be, now am I?