“We can only be said to be alive in those moments when our hearts are conscious of our treasures.” — Thornton Wilder
Tonight while I was waiting to pick up Emma from her drama class (yes, in fact I do see the irony of taking a pre-teen girl to a drama class) I saw a very pregnant, very miserable looking mom walk by, and I was immediately taken back to my own pregnancies. I think I might have post traumatic stress disorder.
People have asked if I have always gotten that sick while pregnant. The answer – no, each pregnancy has gotten worse. Otherwise, I would NOT have had six children. But I had other pregnancies where I didn’t get sick at all. At first I would rejoice, thinking that I would finally get an easy pregnancy. But soon I learned that if I don’t get sick, I don’t stay pregnant, and that is waaaaay worse than never ending nausea.
And so I am grateful for extreme morning sickness, because without it I wouldn’t have my six awesome kids.
They were worth every miserable minute.