Welcome, one and all, to my very own pregnancy story. I’ve never thought of myself as a serious blogger, but my friend Nicole (by the way, names won’t be changed for the safety or security of anyone I mention. Unless I just don’t like you. In that case, your name will be avoided at all costs.) encouraged me to chronicle this “season” of my life because she thinks I’m witty. And since I’m so keen on flattery… Anyway, I hope I don’t let anyone down. Least of all Nicole. Nicole Vance. Yup, that Nicole (can you tell I like her a lot?).
All of our family and most of our friends know by now, but I’m pregnant. And it is such a joy. My husband Jamie and I have worked hard to get here, though not as hard as some. Respect. And to be honest, I do believe I got a bit impatient at times. I mean, how often can one person hear, “It’s all in God’s timing,” or, “God just must not think it’s the right time,” or any other combination of words putting God in control of the entire situation and leaving nothing to us humans? So basically, even though I’m mad at my husband and we’re not on speaking terms and definitely not attempting to be intimate, not even in the slightest kiss goodnight sort of way, it must just mean it’s not God’s timing.
Seriously?! I mean, if we really just needed to lie back and “Let God”, um, I’d be a married virgin. Let me just tell you now, that is most often times NOT the case. In fact, it was never the case except for Miss Sweet 16 Mary Mother of Baby Jesus.
So I bought a thermometer and started charting. And when that egg was ready, boy you’d better believe Jamie and I got over our petty arguments and tasked ourselves to do everything in our power to help God out a bit.
I kid you not, we got pregnant that month.
Pregnancy is still a mystery, however, and this I am learning anew every day. Like, who knew our baby would be referred to as a gummy bear? A raspberry? An alien parasite? All true. And no one told me that any belly you grow within the first trimester was basically just water retention, plain and simple. So whenever someone lovingly approaches me, touches my belly without so much as a “howdy do” and says, “Aw! You’re showing! What a cute little baby bump!” they’re actually just pointing out how bloated I look (they have no clue either, so I forgive them).
I have to say, though, the verse, “I knew you in your mother’s womb,” has much greater impact on me now than it ever did before. Jamie and I heard the heartbeat a few weeks back, and it brought tears to my eyes. Life. A person that God knows, and knows better than I ever will, even as his/her own mother. Even now, even as it grows inside my own body. And the same was (and is) true for how God knew me in my mother’s womb. What a mystery.
While I am thankful every day for this little bug growing inside, there’s no end to the weird stuff that goes on. And while I hope none of it sounds like I’m complaining, I want to share those quirks with you, cyberworld, and perhaps share in an experience that billions of people have had, and will most likely continue to have, for a very long time.
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The Boobs (AKA Man's Curse During Pregnancy)
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