This coming Tuesday, little B and I will be 32 weeks along. We've been very blessed so far, and we pray that our good progress continues. While the past 5 years have brought my sister and her family some very challenging times with three premature births, through these experiences I am fortunate to be aware of the many blessings that I am experiencing throughout my pregnancy.
It seems to me that there are many things that one can complain about whilst pregnant - from the loss of sleep for the first few weeks in pregnancy, to morning sickness and extreme fatigue throughout the first trimester - aching backs and weight gain and loss of balance, more sleepless nights as the third trimester begins, baby acrobatics when trying to sleep, heart burn, sore feet, return of nausea & morning sickness, etc, etc, etc.... Almost all of these things are things that I could spend my days talking about. However, I take some issue with that approach. It's pretty commonly known that the above symptoms are common side effects of pregnancy, and yet, most women who have children have chosen to do so. Not only have we chosen to have this child, we've been blessed enough to conceive, and to carry this long so far.
I wish that I could get more sleep, but for now, that is not to be. I got my first stretch marks this past week, but as far as I'm concerned, while they may not be pretty, they are proof that this baby has not yet been born, and for that, I am extremely grateful. Yes, I weigh more now than I ever have before in my life, and I can't fit into the clothes that I think I look best in, and there are certainly more shapely women out there - yet again, this is something that I signed up for - do I have the right to complain about it? Certainly not. For the last 7 months, woman after woman has been telling me, after hearing my due date, and my vocalized wish to carry all the way to my due date, "Trust me - by the time you get to 35 weeks, you'll wish that that baby comes out right then." Except they repeat that same sentiment several different ways for about five minutes. I can't speak directly to that yet because I have never been 35 weeks pregnant, but as far as I can figure, several weeks of my personal discomfort is far better than months of sitting in the NICU as my baby fights to mature to full term on his own in a little plastic box.
8 weeks left to go - which means that we can expect that anytime within the next 6-10 weeks, D.V., we'll be welcoming little B into the world. Brian and I thank God for his faithfulness and his blessings thus far, and trust that he will continue to be with us in the rest of this journey... And by the way, I love feeling little B roll around. Even at night when I'm trying to fall asleep, or in the middle of the night when I wake up - I find nothing but reassurance that my little man is alive and kicking - it makes me smile. Life is good. We're enjoying our time left on our own, just the two of us, and we're looking forward (with a little bit of trepidation) to life with three of us, whatever that may look like.