Yuck!

I thought I remembered exactly what it was like. I was sure that I would be able to tell it was coming. Yes, for the last week and a half I have been gleefully telling people that I have not had morning sickness. Secretly, I was praying that that little fact would remain true until this baby is born.
As if to remind me that I have absolutely NO control over my body, I felt sick at the smell of popcorn on Friday night. "It's a fluke," I told myself.
Saturday night found me unable to get off the couch to cook dinner for fear of throwing up. "I really should remember to take my prenatals," I scolded.
Sunday while waiting for the "the beast" to fill with gasoline, I actually retched! And hello week 8! Yes, indeed, I am pregnant and I have nausea. Fortunately, not as bad as with Emma (translate: pray, pray, pray it doesn't get worse,) but not at all pleasant.
I don't see it coming. I obviously don't remember what it feels like, because as miserable as I was last time, retching STINKS!!!
Here's hoping and praying and wishing that at most it will only be 4 more weeks of yuck before it's gone! AND . . .
I keep reminding myself that I've been praying that it would happen. It is a tremendous blessing. No matter what the challenges. Thank you, God, even for the annoying nausea.