I have been convicted lately of doing the ONE thing I promised myself I wouldn't do when Josh and I were blessed with finding out we were pregnant... complain. I hate even admitting it, because I know there are some of you out there who would give anything to be pregnant right now. I know this feeling so well, which is why I felt the need to share this. The Lord has taught me so much through this whole process - including the waiting to conceive, the surgery and now the pregnancy.
Before I was pregnant, I thought I had the RIGHT to be angry when I saw a woman complain about morning sickness or heartburn or other aches and pains. And most of the time, I do think it's pretty immature to write these things on Facebook or Twitter. But I have learned (through experience!) that these things DO happen and they are not comfortable. I don't find a problem when people complain that they have a head cold or the flu, so why should it anger me when I see someone complain about pregnancy-related symptoms? It goes deeper, of course. It was my own envy and pride that was at the root of it. I felt that if I were pregnant, I would cherish every moment and never complain... well guys, when you're standing over a toilet vomiting profusely because of the acid that's been burning in your throat... it's hard to smile. (Sorry, TMI? I think you get the point.) But I've learned that I should never say I'm above anything or anyone. God has a great sense of humor. :)
Another lesson I've learned is that "looking fab" while pregnant is not the goal. Sure, it's nice when people give compliments and I'd rather not hear the negative things. But, the fact is our bodies are going to stretch and grow through this process. And everyone is going to look different when it happens. Some carry high, some carry low, some carry wide, some carry... well, you know how it goes. I was really encouraged by this article that I read today called "The Right Kind of Damages." It had some great truth that I wanted to share...
“First of all, our bodies are tools, not treasures. You should not spend your days trying to preserve your body in its eighteen-year-old form. Let it be used. By the time you die, you want to have a very dinged and dented body. Motherhood uses your body in the way God designed it to be used. Those are the right kind of damages.
The joys of motherhood are just beginning for me. I'm embracing every kick and praying through every pain. I have a feeling that this pattern will continue through the rest of my life.