Nothing is too big for Him (or too little)

So...I'm pregnant.

And while this pregnancy is, in many little ways, completely different from what I remember of my pregnancy with Samuel, it is also different in one BIG way.  In that I have never been so sick in my life.

Everything makes me ill.  Just  the thought of things can make me ill, actually.  In fact, before I eat anything I have to carefully imagine myself eating it, tasting it, sensing texture, and see if I can eat it in 'real' life.  More often than not, the answer is no.  My solution has been multi-faceted; I've been eating a lot of dried ginger and sipping ginger ale.  I've been trying to stay full with many small meals, eating bland foods, and relying on my multi-vitamin, when I can get it down, to make amends for what I can't manage.  Even so, I've been losing this battle big time, and after yesterday morning, when little Samuel had to see me throw up into the sink, well, I knew something had to be done.  I can barely eat!

So, I went to my doctor today and asked for something, ANYTHING to fix this and get me over the first trimester hump.  He prescribed Diclectin, which he assured me would do wonders.  I hobble to the pharmacy across town where the prescription has been faxed, and the pharmacist says "Amy, I filled this for you, but I wanted to talk to you before I just handed it over.  You see, it's $178.00." 

$178.00!  I didn't have that, I explained, I couldn't justify that much money on glorified pregnant woman gravol even if I did!  No matter how sick I was, that was grocery money for 2 weeks!  I bought some meal replacement shakes instead and went home.

My husband was upset that I couldn't get the medication.  "I could have postponed this or that bill" he muttered, "we could have shuffled this or that around"  but the truth was, we really couldn't, and we both knew it.  It's okay, I assured him, I would eat saltines!  It would be fine, only a month to go!  But the pep was short lived and back to debating the merits of plain rice went I.

I took heart in the fact that I had a playdate set up for this afternoon.  I debated not going, but I knew that Samuel would love the little boy, and they shared a great fondness for trucks, and the Mom was my kind of gal and we would chat for an hour and it would take my mind off of my stomach.

When we get there the conversation turns to pregnancy, mine, only two months along, and hers, due to end next month.  Oh the stories flew!  And she commiserated on the stomach problems saying "Oh, I had that too!  My doctor prescribed Diclectin, actually, but I had a full bottle and I never used it.  Hey!  Would you like it?"

Would I like it?  Would I like the $178.00 medication that was exactly the same dosage as my prescription that you are offering to give me for FREE?  Would I?  Why, yes, thank you God, I will take that favour right there.

And that's how God cared enough about my belly to save me from a month of vomiting in front of my child.