Half way there…

So I am officially half way through this pregnancy!  Where is the time flying off too?   It feels like just yesterday I was taking that test and feeling shock waves through my entire body and now I’m realizing I’m half-way to meeting our new baby!

And God is very good because I’ve gone from being blown-away and perhaps slightly resentful about being pregnant again, to embracing this whole baby business and figuring out  that going back to the beginning isn’t going to be as crazy or as difficult as I always thought.

In fact, when I had my ultra-sound a week-and-a-half ago, and the technician showed me the baby on the screen –  I fell in love.

Completely and utterly.

And the technician was so kind to tell me that she figured I was at least 4 days ahead, which puts my due-date at December 15, which does seem just so much more manageable to me than December 19th, being that much further away from Christmas and all.  But this has yet to be confirmed by my midwife, but it makes sense in many ways to me.

Too bad bending over is already becoming an issue for me.  Good thing I have four little people here who have no qualms or difficulties with bending over.   And really, when I stop to think about it, most of the stuff I’m bending over to get actually belongs to one of these little people so they should be the ones picking this stuff up.   So really,  I think I just might be able to make it through the next 5 months with ease.  That is if I can continue to wear flip-flops right into December.

And when I’m pregnant I’m always drawn to Psalm 139 in the Bible, where King David talks about how God has searched us and He knows us.  And then he goes on to say…

13 For you formed my inward parts;
you knitted me together in my mother’s womb.
14 I praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made.
Wonderful are your works;
my soul knows it very well.
15 My frame was not hidden from you,
when I was being made in secret,
intricately woven in the depths of the earth.
16 Your eyes saw my unformed substance;
in your book were written, every one of them,
the days that were formed for me,
when as yet there was none of them.

God made me.  God made this baby.  God choose me to have this baby and be its mother.  It’s being knitted together by God and I’m so grateful and so happy that I’m already half-way there!

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