Well, here I am, officially in the mere days countdown of the due date. No more weeks left, just days. It was so weird to look at my little countdown today and only see 6 days. Whoa. Back in January-April, I thought September would never get here. Of course, those days were a huge blur anyways with all of the crazy, crazy amounts of sickness. While the morning sickness never fully went away, those four months were the most brutal for sure. And. believe me, September felt like an eternity away. But, here we are!
Other than dealing with false labor, and just the sheer inability to know when D-day is gonna hit, I am doing pretty good. Sure, I have any physical complaints that a pregnant woman of this stage in the game would have, but nothing extraordinary. I feel a bit like a ticking time bomb…with a broken ticker, hehe.
But, I have been meaning to share something I read in a guided journal I’ve been keeping for the little one. There are several different sections that correspond to the different stages of pregnancy and through the first year or two of life for baby. At the beginning of each section, it shares a Bible verse or two and then gives a little food for thought.
The current section I just finished writing in is the Waiting section. Then, it talks about the very first woman that had to sit around wait…Eve. And, it got me thinking to ideas that had never crossed my mind before. She was the first woman ever to be pregnant. She had just been told how painful and terrible childbirth would be. She didn’t have the medical information we have now. She didn’t know, “You won’t be pregnant forever” or she didn’t know how to naturally or synthetically induce her labor.
Could you imagine the thoughts that ran through her head?? When there were little baby feet kicking her tummy, did she wonder if the baby really was going to bust right through her abdomen? Was that the pain God was talking about? How about the heartburn? Did she wonder what in the world was going on that each time she had a bite of food her throat felt like lava? And, she didn’t have a due date. She just kept getting bigger and bigger and more and more uncomfortable with no foreseeable end in sight. I mean, talk about miserable! Oh, to read her mind during that waiting time. And, I don’t even wanna know what she thought when labor and delivery actually hit! Ouch!
So, whenever I start to think, “Am I ever gonna get to hold this baby??”, I just remember Eve’s story. And, I am ever so grateful for modern medicine and the ability to know what is actually going on in this body of mine!
Okay, that’s enough on the spiritual stuff…COME OUT ALREADY, BABY!! :o)