With Abby, I was pregnant for much of Advent - a time of waiting. It was appropriate and I found myself making new connections with the season. Mary rode on a donkey just as pregnant as I was? Ouch. I have a new appreciation for that part of the story, y'know? We all waited during that season of waiting and then when Abby came, just a bit before Christmas, it was a perfect transition into a celebratory time with family.
With this new baby, we're leading up to Easter. The last several weeks have taken place during Lent - a time of sacrifice. I'm once again finding myself making connections between the season and pregnancy. Of course pregnancy is a sacrifice - a physical one at least. You're giving up your own body to host and grow a new little person. It's amazing, if your really stop to think about it.
This baby will come soon - just in time for Easter - a time of new life, celebration, and fresh starts. How appropriate, no?
I'm excited. And (mostly) ready. I'm technically due tomorrow, but we'll see. I don't feel much different - but I didn't with Abby either. I will have some doctor appointments and an ultrasound tomorrow just to make sure that baby is happy and healthy tucked away in there. I would love a Good Friday baby - but I'm not foolish enough to think that my opinion matters. Baby will come when s/he is ready.
Until then, I'll be here waddling around, getting things ready and contemplating the new season that awaits us as a family of four.
39.5 weeks
2 comments:
Have you started walking around with your hands under your belly to hold Wesley up? ;) I did that at the end of both of my pregnancies - I felt like a WeebleWobble.
ohhh, that's cool! I remember someone's sig at BBC way back when said, "the Easter bunny brought me a good egg and now Santa's bringing me a baby!" and I always liked that. I like this even better:) And I can't WAIT to see mini-mut.
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