Here it is:
That means I won't find a miracle cure for morning sickness or fatigue or pregnancy rhinitis or bloating. I've found all the remedies I can find and they've taken the edge off, thank goodness. Now it's time to accept the fact that I'm pregnant, and this is how my body is doing it. I have to leave it to time to heal, because it's the only thing that can - and it will.
Last night it occurred to me that my body simply doesn't know how to be right now. It's never done this before. And that's fair. My heart and soul have never done this before and they don't know how to be or feel, either. Body and heart are both having some trouble learning how to be pregnant, and that's OK.
Saying it's OK won't make the symptoms go away, but that's exactly the point. They're not going to - not yet. I think it's at least time to exercise some compassion and trust and just let this be. I need to remember that my body is working harder than it ever has before and if it's forgetting how to digest food because it's busy figuring out how to build a placenta, I've got to go with that. And maybe, when I can remember to, I can actually rejoice that all of these symptoms mean there's a baby in there.
Plus, I'm really tired, and fighting is just wasting what little energy I have. It's time to put that energy into those DIY maternity pants I pinned weeks ago.