I’m back. Something told me to take a day off from the Pretty Preggie blog last Friday, and I’m glad I did. On Friday, I learned of some major changes that will soon affect my life – and God must have known I needed the rest before hearing about them. He kept me calm, smiling, positive and lifted!
If you think I’m being a little vague about this, you’re right. But any smart woman knows not to tell it all in an open forum.
The final days of this pregnancy are no joke. Little sleep. Heavy stomach. I’ve had stronger, more powerful Braxton Hicks (sporadic contractions) and pelvic pain with every step. Today I go back to my OB to find out whether I’ve dilated anymore since last Monday. Though I feel like I’m about to burst wide open, I’m still not ready to go into that delivery room and push out a baby! I know giving birth is supposed to be a beautiful experience, and I’ve done it twice already. I’m just not ready for the pushing, the pain, the blood and the stitches that come afterward. (That damned Eve. Her sin in that garden makes the birth process so hard!)
The blessing in all of this is that after the pushing, pain, blood, sweat, tears and stitches, we will leave the delivery room with someone to cherish. Yes, he or she will probably look like the little black baby version of Winston Churchill, but we will believe our baby is gorgeous.
God is preparing us for this change in our lives and he is opening doors in so many ways. His blessings come when you least expect them. They come in all sizes and through so many people.
From the boss whose advice changes how you navigate through life; to the people you work with each day who bring you so much joy; to the friends who celebrate your birth and your baby; to the parents who drive three hours to help you clean your house; to the little guy at Salvation Army who gives you a deal on a dresser drawer for your upcoming bundle of joy.
God’s blessings are abundant, deliberate, and available – even when your life seems shaken off its solid foundation.
Today I’m thanking Him for change.
The Secondhand Pretty Preggie