I know my last post was a little sarcastic, perhaps even veering towards whining and complaining about pregnancy, but all joking aside, I am deeply thankful for healthy pregnancies. I feel so blessed that we have already had one easy, healthy pregnancy that gave us our sweet baby girl, and I am continually amazed that pregnancy #2 has gone just as smoothly.
I struggle a little to embrace and appreciate pregnancy because for me, it's hard to fully grasp until I have a babe in arms. I typically enjoy the process of creating something as much as I love the finished product, like cooking or sewing. I usually enjoy cooking dinner, especially when I am allowed a glass of wine :-), because it feels like a way to relax and unwind while also taking care of my family. Sewing spurs my creative thinking; I like watching something beautiful come together before my eyes. Of course, I also really enjoy eating delicious food and gloating over something I've made.
Pregnancy seems different to me. Maybe it's because it happens on the inside through a process of creation that I will never understand. Maybe it's because I can't take credit for the finished product--I just stand in awe of it. Maybe it's because I know that in the end, what was created was never mine, that I can't truly take ownership of it. It was entrusted to me for a brief season to nurture, to teach, to love, and then release, in spite of how desperately I want to hold it close. I am simply the vessel, the hands, the kisses, the words, but the physicality of those tasks is so much more to me.