More pictures

These first three are from Forrest's trip to California a couple weeks ago for the Anglican Men's Weekend. He and Rick went to the beach before going to the camp...they said it was pretty dirty though.











































Some pictures of the kids...
























































These are from last Sunday, at Manito:












































































































Antonio, being a superhero:

Pictures

They're a little old, but here are a few pictures from the end of April...

Twelve weeks!

I'm really glad to be at 12 weeks. It seems in some ways that this time is going slowly by, and in other ways that it's actually passed remarkably fast. I mean, it doesn't seem like it's been almost 2 months since I found out I was pregnant, but to have been sick pretty consistently for a month and a half makes me feel at times that the morning (uh, I mean all day) sickness is never going to end. I know it will, though, and I don't have it as hard as some people. So I really shouldn't complain. Actually, it seems to have gotten better lately. (As I type that I wonder if I'll have spoken too soon!) Last Thursday and Friday I felt so good that one of the days I went for a walk (albeit quite short) with the kids. We avoided being on the Wall street sidewalk though and stuck to the side roads and alley, which really helped while trying to keep track of three kids and a puppy all full of wanderlust. The amazing part was, I can't remember which day but one of these I didn't throw up at all.
Saturday I couldn't do much more than lay around the first half of the day, but in the afternoon I managed to get through a trip to the circus. It was a lot of fun but I was so worn out by night time.
Sunday and Monday were the first TWO days in a row without throwing up since before Holy Saturday. They were great--both days we went to a park! Monday I even made a regular dinner for my family.
So, even though I haven't felt as amazing as that since then, it's still encouraging to have had those days. I think God gives the good days as kind of an assurance that it won't always be this way, and to help me to keep going on the harder days too.
And I'm convinced that some women would have to go through this kind of pregnancy to really understand that morning/all day sickness is something that I have much less control over than they might think. If I feel good one morning, it's not because my attitude is better. There's no apparent reason to me for my feeling good, and I would love to feel that way every morning. If I feel sick one morning there is no way to get to feeling better but taking it extremely easy, eat something that sounds edible, and lay down as much as I possibly can. And the feeling better may not come for a day or more...but I'll feel worse if I try to ignore the sick feeling.