|Introducing Baby Williams to one of his many girlfriends, Mary Thwaite Stewart|
It’s easy to talk about not despising the small beginning, but when you’re in the middle of it, it can be tough. For me, one of the most difficult parts is the waiting…oh, how I hate to wait!
Even in this pregnancy, which started out smaller than small, has always held the promise of ending in a brand new baby and addition to our little family, which makes it all worth it. The beginning almost didn’t feel real (minus the nausea), the middle was a delight–I was feeling better, I could start to see and feel little glimpses that there was, in fact, a baby in there, and we were moving right along.
Now, as I inch along, with two months to go, I’m at the place where I don’t want to be pregnant anymore–in an effort to combat all of my Thanksgiving pies and sweet potatoes, I walked too much on Thursday and Friday, and now my left foot is killing me so much that I can barely walk on it. I’m trying to stay off it as much as possible (the only perk to this is getting out of housework).
And largely in part to all the pies and sweet potatoes, I think our little Baby Boy has grown even more and I’m just not sure there’s room for him to keep growing. I feel him pushing and kicking at all angles of my belly and all hours of the day. Right around 6:00 each night, he moves up to my lungs and I can hardly breathe. Basically, I’m feeling pretty uncomfortable right about now. How my mother managed to do this FIVE times, I will never know.
The idea of waiting two more months, as the baby continues to grow, doesn’t sound too appealing to me right now…BUT I know the end result will be worth it, when I can finally hold that sweet baby in my arms.
One of my favorite verses on waiting is from Habbakuk 2:3
it will certainly come
and will not delay.