My pregnancy has gone quickly, and I’ve done a pretty good job enjoying it. While people continually ask if I’m “ready to be done,” I just don’t see it that way. I’m uncomfortable and my winter coat no longer fits, but it’s not about “being done”. It’s just the beginning. I don’t view pregnancy as a stage but as a transition. There is a reason God made pregnancy last nine+ months. The changes are not just physical.
When I didn’t know if God would call John and me to be parents, I continually prayed for the openness to do God’s will. If that was to teach the rest of my life and commit myself to my students, I was on board. If that call was to a be mother, I was open to the challenge. If that meant a career change altogether, I was listening. I spent the last few years doing a lot of listening. I am at ease with God’s current callings for me, and I feel honored to be picked to be this little boy’s mom.
So while I can’t wait to wear normal clothes, eat a turkey sandwich, sleep on my stomach, and run the sidewalks again, I’m doing my best to remember it isn’t about me.