Because some of you who read this blog are curiously wondering, “just how big IS she?”, I have included a photo. Right now I feel like a whale, but I’m sure I’ll be grateful to have said photo later on in life. I’m just DONE being pregnant. End of story!
I can hardly believe that today is February 20th—the day I’ve been anticipating for nine months! I remember how jittery I felt flipping through the calendar, month by month, thinking to myself, “In eight months I’m going to be a… be… a… mother?”
It still sounds strange. I don’t feel like I’m going to be a mom. I think that’s one of the things you kind of, well, grow into. I think most women would have a heart attack, or aneurism, or nervous break down, if they started with anything other than a entirely chubby, entirely dependant, and entirely immobile infant. You grow with your children, right?
Despite all my pre-motherhood apprehensions, this baby is going to come into the world sometime within the next two weeks. Am I prepared? I’ve got all of baby’s things set up, washed, and in order, if that counts as being “prepared”. In every other sense of the word, I don’t think I am. What I am prepared to do is trust completely in the LORD God for everything I will need, whether that be physical strength, material things, or mental stability. It is HE who is the Creator and Sustainer of all. That’s enough for me.
If “it” should happen and I am unable to update neither facebook or blog before we head off to the Brandon hospital, you can catch the action following me, arsawat, at twitter dot com. We hope to post updates via cell phone—assuming this whole labour thing doesn’t go ridiculously quick. That, however, would be terribly uncommon, but not unwelcome!
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