well well well.
life is lovely.
so much is happening, and so much to do. i think i'm showing a little, though anyone whose pregnant will tell you most definitely you are not showing and it is impossible to show this early. i don't care much. ricky has seen my belly every day for 9 months, and is convinced beyond words it's sticking out. and it can't be fat, because i think i've lost some weight since becoming pregnant due to my 24/7 morning sickness.

in other news, i'm counting down the days until my 2nd trimester. i'm hoping it's the glory season everyone claims it to be. this past 2 months have definitely been the most trying time physically i have ever been through - which is a big statement because i have had constant digestive problems since before i can remember. oh the things women can endure.

enough with my body. ricky is the sweetest husband in the world. i had an emotional breakdown last night, about everything and nothing, and wept for over and hour as ricky held me and just prayed for my little heart. this was after working+school a 15 hour day. he's a hero.

i listened to misty edwards latest cd on a roundtrip 1.5 hour drive yesterday. the songs are old, but the movement it caused in my heart was fresh. i wept as i remember my painful state of hunger and thirst is an act of love to God. i was reminded my love, though weak, is real in His eyes. i'm a failure at much, but atleast i'm still reaching.