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"Don't worry," said Terry. "If I can't whip something up, John and I will eat out. We've done it before," he assured, for she could not look at food, let alone make breakfast. Izumi's days were becoming very predictable. In the morning, she would usually have morning sickness so bad, that saltines were the only thing she could keep down. Afternoons were much better. At the direction of John and Terry, who had, since the news of the baby, been reading books on pregnancy, ate very healthy lunches. Evenings were not so nice, however, for the cramping was always worse at night - not to mention the heartburn that kept her awake! If you could ask John what his least favorite symptom was, though, it would easily be her mood swings.

"Would you like me to get you a drink, Dove?" asked John, getting up from the couch one evening.

"No, thank you," came Izumi's reply. Five minutes later,

"John, could you get me a drink of water? I'm so thirsty!"

"Sure." He left, and soon brought her a glass of water.

"Oh, John, I forgot to tell you, Dr. Chambers said I was to drink plenty of milk."

"OK," he said, dumping out the glass of water into the sink. "Here's your milk, Dove."

"Thank you, John." Izumi set the glass on the table and continued her sewing.

"I thought you were thirsty," he commented, after noticing she hadn't touched it.

"I know, but I changed my mind." John shrugged, and went back to work. This mood swing was very mild, and John soon learned to appreciate them. The hard-to-be-around-her mood swings were worse.

"Would you like me to get you a drink, Dove?" asked John, one evening later.

"No." came her abrupt reply.

"Are you sure? It's no trouble."

"Please leave me alone John. I'm trying to sew. I don't feel like talking now." End of discussion - for the rest of the evening. The moods that hurt John the most, however, were the ones that hurt Izumi the most.

"Would you like me to get you a drink, Dove?" No response. "Are you OK? What's the matter?" Izumi held up the fabric she had been trying to fashion into a baby dress, and burst into tears. The dress looked fine to him, but that was not the point. John held her in his arms until the storm passed. Unexplained grief was definitely no picnic, but when you truly love someone, it can be endured. For love, "beareth all things... endureth all things." Thus passed Izumi's first trimester.

"Weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning."
~ Psalm 30:5 ~

"Charity suffereth long, and is kind; Beareth all things,
believeth all things, hopeth all things, endureth all things.
Charity never faileth."
~ 1 Corinthians 13:4-8 ~

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