re-emerging from the dead

i am currently on day 4 of not feeling like walking death 24/7. i am still nauseas, but it is more of a "car sick" nauseas than an " i am sick with food poisoning, painful, uncontainable, oh no i swallowed too much saliva so now i have to go throw up" nausea. i am almost to week 16 and my IV pump is pumping the most medicine it can into me, so...maybe i am on the mend. yesterday i took sophie out to go potty and we walked down the street. and today i fried my own egg for breakfast. these are huuuuuge steps considering just sitting up would normally make me puke.

all i have to say is "praise be to God my Provider for getting me through some of the hardest 10 weeks of my life and for giving this baby the nutrition it needed when i literally could not keep anything down in my stomach for sooo long." i feel like the Lord has been my first trimester doula. when i would cry out because i couldn't take it anymore, he would remind me of the little heart pumping inside my uterus. and i would remember it is not about me, it is about this new life...

i am an only child, who is self-admittedly selfish and my life changed when that stick said pregnant. it is not about me anymore...these past 10 weeks are just the beginning of the sacrifices i will make for my child...and i couldn't be more overcome with joy and thanksgiving.

i still need more crockpot recipes! begging! my creative food mind has not re-emerged yet and if i look at a recipe book for too long, i get sick. please help!