fun story of the week: With this pregnancy (i am approx. 9 1/2 weeks along now btw) I have been having a bit more trouble with nausea and vomiting than i had with asher. I’ve tried a few things, none that really seemed to do much. I talked to my midwife (who’s not actually my midwife yet but that’s a long story that doesn’t really matter here) a few weeks back and one of many suggestions was to take vitamin B6. I tried all the other stuff and for some reason forgot about B6. So on monday we went to the o.b. where she quickly started to prescribe 3 medications for the nausea. Since i’m not losing weight and mostly just irritated, i declined the prescriptions, however one was for a B6 vitamin. I thought to myself, “oh yeah, B6.” So i decided that i would go to ellwood’s (natural food store) the next day to see what they had in the way of B vitamins.
That night I had a dream that I went to ellwood’s and ended up buying bee pollen instead of a vitamin. Interesting. So the next morning I got up, emailed my friend erin about the dream, then typed ‘bee pollen’ into my google box in the toolbar. Turns out it has lots of B vitamins in it. Also read that it’s safe to take during pregnancy (some people apparently take it in lieu of prenatal vitamins…not sure on that one…) also double checked w/the midwife and she gave the ok. So on to ellwood’s i went and found a huge selection of bee pollen options, picked one and ever since have been feeling much better.
Now, today i’ve been a bit queasy, and gagged over the stinky trash this afternoon but still better than i had been the past month. In fact the first day i started taking it I cooked dinner for pretty much the first time in two weeks. amazing. I suddenly feel so ‘spiritual’…..God’s sending me dreams.
I do remember one other such dream that was obviously divine help, but for a much less pressing problem. It was…not sure how many years ago (4?) when ryan & I first got into rock climbing in the coastal plain of Georgia. So we climbed indoors. Anyhow, there was this problem (lingo for pattern of ‘rocks’ on the wall) that I was having a hard time figuring out how to do (i kept trying to climb it the same way my 6 foot 2 inch husband was). I think i had been working on it for two weeks, when one night i had a dream i was climbing it, and turned my foot a specific way when i got to the crux (tricky area) and finished the climb. So the next time i tried the climb i turned my foot in that wierd way, which caused me to be able to stand up completely to reach the next hold, and ended up being able to muscle through the rest of the climb. Now why in the world did God bother to tell me how to finish that climb? Maybe He was tired of me taking “i can do all things through Christ who strengthens me” out of context and wanted me to be done with it already. Or maybe He’s just nice.