So the other night before drifting to sleep, I feel John put his hand on my belly. He doesn't say anything for a while. I'm wondering what is going on and when I ask he says, "I was praying for Bean."
On another note, he and I have both been praying for me to not suffer morning sickness. It's working. I don't feel nauseous at all (yay!) but honestly the thought of most food doesn't appeal to me either. I'm having lunch with a friend today and mentally rehearsing all the foods I normally like. Nothing sounds good except for mashed potatoes & grilled cheese sandwiches. Weird, huh?
4 months ago