Motherhood is one long lesson in humility. Pregnancy alone is an endless font of experiences in “keeping it real” and TMI. From the taboo and gross details of conception (God must have a sense if humor) to the raw “ewwww” of birth (yep, some sense of humor), it’s a wonder any mother maintains any illusion of self-pride postpartum.
And that’s a good thing.
It is amazing to me how God can take something like morning sickness to remind a woman she can’t control everything. Or how a big baby belly, shortness of breath, and an aching back can remind her that she can’t do everything. Or how a tragedy like miscarriage or stillbirth can be the means God uses to teach a woman she needs help along the way, and that life goes on, even in the face of death.
The past week I’ve been taking some prenatal refresher courses in humility. Which is to say, I’m pregnant! Our little “Starburst” is due the end of April. 🙂
…Yes, I’m pregnant and the nausea is here, coupled with my high-risk history, which has come to mean the couch is my home base.
I have been reminded I can only do so much and the world will keep turning even if the house is a mess. And I have been blessed by friends who have stepped up to help with meals and household chores without being asked. It is wonderful and humbling.
I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t nervous about this pregnancy. But I’m also confident God will carry me and my family through whatever this pregnancy brings.
And with that in mind I’m feeling less guilt about my time curled on the couch “doing nothing.” I know there is a chance it could be my only snuggle time with Starburst. I pray it’s not, but it could be. John Blaise & Alexander, our tiny saints who have gone before us, have taught me that much.
Whether long or short, I expect this pregnancy journey to be trying and, yes, humbling. Would you consider praying for us, all expectant mothers, and those struggling with infertility?