As I await the arrival of little Luke... As I hit and pass the 30 week mark of pregnancy... As I can no longer see nor reach my feet... As I feel like I have hardly anything prepared to bring him home... I am feeling anxious.
While my head knows that a baby is a tiny baby who needs only mommy's milk and some warm arms, my heart is looking at all this precious boy baby things that society is telling me I need. I want blue blankets, though the pink ones are perfectly able to keep him warm. I want a fancy new boy-colored sling, though I know the girly one that I use with Beth is also capable of carrying a boy. The only thing I can 100% justify buying brand-new is the car seat, because that's a safety issue and we don't have an infant seat from Beth. Everything else we have will work just fine.
Not only do I want to buy stuff for Luke, but I want to buy for Beth too. I want to buy her pretty new clothes since she's on the verge of outgrowing her size 18-month items, and I want to buy her a couple of exciting new things for when Luke is born. A gift from Luke to her on the day he's born- most likely a new doll and a soft chair. That way she can take care of her new baby while I take care of our new baby. It's nice in theory, at least.
Being pregnant also has changed my body- most obviously in my big belly. I firmly believe that God is trying to tell me to get past my vanity issues as I continue to count the number of fresh spider veins that pop up on my legs. My legs are slightly swollen (not enough for medical concern though), my face is getting fuller, my tummy is stretching... I can't touch my feet and have a hard time putting real shoes on. Forget giving myself a pedicure! And there are other things going on I just cannot mention on a public blog! Sometimes I think my body is just giving up on me.
I am having a good time relaxing now. Beth is sleeping better than ever (still 7 pm to 7:30 am, with a 1.5-2 hour nap) and I am taking advantage of all this "free" time I have because I know it won't last for long. And I am thanking Jesus, believe you me! I know I am lucky!
I can tell that my pregnancy hormones are...alive and well. Although I can't see anything, I think Beth might be cutting a molar or four because her hands are ALWAYS in her mouth and her nose is a little runny, not to mention the non-stop crankiness. It's very trying as a pregnant mama when your little girl wants you to just hold and rock her and you can't fit her on your lap! (We're experimenting with new seating solutions.)
So all these things are on my mind. Things I selfishly want... Pouting over my changing body... Feeling anxious because the "Type A" personality in me just can't wait for things to take their natural course. I like to plan ahead!!! I bet God just laughed and laughed when someone came up with the idea of a "due date"- as in I have a specific day to look forward to when in reality little Luke could come any time he pleases. Hopefully not for a couple more months though- he needs to cook a little longer.
So these are my pregnancy musings while my precious girl naps. I am grateful that God has given me an easy pregnancy with a healthy baby boy I will soon be able to cradle in my arms. I am thankful that my husband loves our family, gets up every day and goes to a job he enjoys. I feel blessed that Bethany is in good health and is exhibiting right-on-cue toddler behaviors. And I thank God for the roof over my head, the food that nourishes us, the friends and family that support us, and the gift of faith to always trust in Him.