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Pregnancy, although an answer to years of prayer for me, was not always the joy I thought it would be. For one of my four pregnancies, every morning began with morning sickness, which never seemed to understand when noon had come and gone.
Once, while at lunch with my two-year old, the “morning” sickness hit immediately after I had eaten lunch. I quickly headed for the bathroom, throwing my purse and 2-year-old on the floor, urgently as I grabbed the receptacle. When I was done, I turned to my 2-year-old, to apologize.
He looked up at me and said, “Mom, is that baby in your belly still making you sick?”
“Yes…, I guess it is…” I said, wiping the sweat from my brow.
“Well, then why did you swallow it?!”