This week I hit the 12 week mark and awoke, paused, and stared at the ceiling. I waited. For several weeks, I kept telling myself, “If you just can make it to 12 weeks…” Well, nothing magical happened. There was no mood music in the background, and I had to reach for the bucket and lie still all the same. Rats.

Morning sickness often completely subsides by 14 weeks, according to the people who study these things. But 14 weeks is too far from 6 weeks, so I went with 12 weeks. Since we know this is “all in my head”, I had to believe 12 was the better number.

We can’t please God without faith, but our belief has to be in the goodness and sovereignty of the God who controls all things rather than a magic number. While it can’t hurt to look forward with hope, we must remember that there is a day coming that is far better than the one at 14 weeks—the day when we see Him.

Though you have not seen him, you love him. Though you do not now see him, you believe in him and rejoice with joy that is inexpressible and filled with glory, obtaining the outcome of your faith, the salvation of your souls.

~I Peter 1:8-9