Death to morning sickness!

Okay, I hope that I'm not speaking out of turn but I will not be having morning sickness. And no, it's not one of these mind over matter things where I am refusing to be nauseous. It's more one of these things where I am claiming the grace of God and refusing to believe that I have to suffer through morning sickness. I mean what good is it to believe in an all powerful God who wants only blessings for His children if you're just going to say "eh, no way around morning sickness, nothing you can do about it." Which, by the way, is what people are telling me all the time now. But I refuse to buy into that.

So I don't want to hear anything else about the inescapable curse of morning sickness. Instead, let's concentrate on the inescapable love of an Almighty God who can hold any sickness, even morning sickness, in the palm of His hand and keep them from ever affecting His children.

As Twyler says, "In the name of Jesus!" we are having no morning sickness here.
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Now, just because I think it's funny, I wanted to include a post from another blogger that I thought was hilarious on the topic of morning sickness.

Have you seen my fabulous hemorrhoids?by The Sarcastic Journalist
There is a group of women out there that think they didn’t get morning sickness because they wouldn’t allow themselves to. Like, they think throwing up all day, every day is a state of mind.

“Oh, I just wouldn’t allow myself to throw up,” she says while rubbing her nonexistent belly. “So I didn’t.”

Any pregnant woman that comes across these types of women should turn the other way and run as fast as she can (which might just be lumbering gently away). Why? This woman has the “Miracle of Life Syndrome.”

Every little gas pain and tummy rumble is special. They feel like they’re “glowing” and just love every last bit of pregnancy, right down to the hemorrhoids.

You do not want to be friends with these women. They will brag about “easy” labors. Their babies will sleep through the night by the end of the first week.

Worst of all? She’ll be fitting into her “skinny jeans” by her six week postpartum checkup. Never trust a woman that can fit into her skinny jeans that quickly.

Find yourself someone with hyperemesis. She won’t ask if you “tried crackers.” She’ll be truthful about labor and will be your friend in sweatpants for that first year after the baby.Never underestimate the value of a friendship where you can go grocery shopping together in your pajamas.