It’s no secret that this Momma doesn’t enjoy being pregnant. Probably because I have so few days that I feel good. Between kidney stones, ribs out of place, morning sickness…don’t forget the fatigue and my mind being gone…what a mess.
Now I find myself at the end of this long journey with just a few days to go. I can’t sleep. I look in the mirror and wonder what is staring back at me. Everything is enlarged 3x and I hope not to run into anyone that I know – literally and figuratively. Part of me wants to pull the covers over my head and not come out until it’s time.
But then the Holy Spirit taps me on the shoulder and gives me a little perspective. I have had the privilege of carrying four babies to full-term. I know women who would give their left arm to do this. We have had our share of hiccups along the way but at this point we have three pretty healthy kiddos. We are praying Baby 4 is as well.
I have the joy of listening to three kiddos say things like:
“Good morning, Mommy. How did you sleep?”
“Mommy, does your back hurt? I can rub it for you.”
“I love you, Mommy.”
So…while I still struggle to get out of bed, can’t remember what I was going to say, and am tired of tight maternity clothes, I thank God for the blessing of this new baby. A child that has been prayed for. A child that we are anxious to meet and watch how God uses to further the Gospel.
