This week Rob, Jacob and I spent nearly every day feeling defeated by our house hunt. Sure that someday we’d find a suitable house, we pressed on all week. Then, to our surprise, a house we’d originally dismissed got a second look out of sheer frustration. After two days of debate we decided to submit an offer, then another offer, and a third (and final) offer. The week ended with us still waiting to hear the homeowner’s decision.
I spent the week still feeling quite ill. I think the morning sickness was intensified not only by the stress of our living arrangements, but also by the perpetual motion of the car that took us from house to house to house. All in all, I guess I feel “pregnant,” although at this point it’s much more “sick” than I’d like.
I have spent the week dwelling somewhat on my concerns for the baby. I feel quite bad about this because my concerns center around my experience with Jacob.
Before I explain the remainder of the challenges my little one has faced, please let me say that although I very much wish he’d never been faced with a medical challenge, I am eternally grateful that his condition is as uncomplicated as it is. So many families face much more serious situations each day. I can never fully express in words my feelings regarding Jacob’s condition. I am so very afraid that one day he’ll read this and misunderstand my comments and believe I thought there was something “wrong” with him. This couldn’t be farther from the truth.
