For me, "negative" or "positive" emotions have never really existed. Perhaps they should, but I do think happy people feel both. I understand where we are encouraged to show gratitude & hope, but those things only come from feeling the pains of ordinary life. It all works together, the good & the bad, to help us grow. You should know I'm growing. But there are negative people in the world, those who never choose to accept that ordinary life is a gift no matter what the day brings. There are those who refuse to accept the flaws of others or that we live in a fallen world full of imperfect people trying to do their best. And even still, we can only choose how we act & react. I will get frustrated when I'm frustrated, but I will own it & I will fight the urge to linger in it. Because of a quote that has stayed with me, "it's not a sin to get discouraged, it's a sin to linger in discouragement" & maybe I should add "by choice". Abuse of oneself or others is unacceptable in the eyes of God because there is always hope in our Savior. The hard part is coming to understand that pure love so that you can accept it as truth. Our fruits of the feelings that come are what define us.
I'm 30 weeks today & the energy is going back down & the appetite is going back up. This little girl doesn't move nearly as much as my other children. I'm grateful for the kicks even when they keep me up, because I like to be reminded of that life growing strong. Anxiety. The only other hard part of this pregnancy are the burning pelvic pains which I suppose are ligament changes or Dallin asking to be held every other minute. His first 2 year molar finally poked through. And maybe he knows he won't be my baby for much longer. I read my first book for the year, The Nightingale. Boy do WWII books take their toll on my soul, but I love them. I bought a used swing for the baby. I'm trying to find the last few things to make the transition as best as possible, but I'm ready for this to happen.
I'm 30 weeks today & the energy is going back down & the appetite is going back up. This little girl doesn't move nearly as much as my other children. I'm grateful for the kicks even when they keep me up, because I like to be reminded of that life growing strong. Anxiety. The only other hard part of this pregnancy are the burning pelvic pains which I suppose are ligament changes or Dallin asking to be held every other minute. His first 2 year molar finally poked through. And maybe he knows he won't be my baby for much longer. I read my first book for the year, The Nightingale. Boy do WWII books take their toll on my soul, but I love them. I bought a used swing for the baby. I'm trying to find the last few things to make the transition as best as possible, but I'm ready for this to happen.
I'm up 30 lbs so just a lb a week! haha.
Low BP, 140 baby HR, no diabetes or anemia.
She doesn't move as much as I remember with my others, so I've worried a little more until she wiggles inside me.
Low BP, 140 baby HR, no diabetes or anemia.
She doesn't move as much as I remember with my others, so I've worried a little more until she wiggles inside me.
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