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Christians Who Unschool... Learning in a Town Near YOU
May. 6, 2007
Putting Things Into Perspective

Even though I can be bratty, I'm very independent and like things a certain way.  I can be really anal about how I want things and of course, no one can/will do it like me...

Being in the last trimester of my pregnancy has forced me to come to grips with some things though.

My head insists on doing waaaaayyyy more than my body is willing or even able to do and it was starting to drive me nuts and make me morph into a mini witch.

In the supermarket, I'd rather risk knocking down an entire shelf (possibly onto myself) rather than ask my husband to reach something on top for me. I mean really, who does that?

So, within a weeks time, I'm having trouble walking rather short distances without my back suddenly feeling like it's on fire and everyone's commenting on how low I'm now carrying.  Then, I can't fit my new sneakers that I bought cuz my feet are swelling.  Of course my hands are swelling  and reddening some as well -and surprise of all surprises my already chubby cheeks can get bigger! And they are sometimes a really nice rouge.

Between my rosy fat cheeks and big round belly, I'm looking like a regular chunky Santa Claus wannabe.  Not nearly as jolly though, I must admit.

Night time is always loads of fun (NOT).  Instead of being able to just turn over when either the baby starts a kicking frenzy or my side aches from laying on it, I have to ease up into a sitting position, then turn to the other side and then try and go back to sleep- after going to the bathroom of course.  Then I get to do it all over again about 3-4 times more before I wake up for the day.  Sometimes sleep just passes me by all together and I get to just stay up all night.

Naturally these things (and more cuz there's alot more, but I'll spare you) would serve to piss anyone off.  I'm no different.

The thing is though, I'm used to being a cheerful person.  I'm one to be known for always having a smile and looking at the brighter side of things, so after allowing myself to wallow for a day or two (which is way too long for me), here's what I've come up with...

I prayed for this child for probably more than 3 years.  My daughters have prayed for and even drew pictures of this child before I was even thinking about trying to conceive.

How must God feel? He's given me exactly what I've asked for and all I can do is find fault and complain?!  How ungrateful and ridiculous is that? What if He decided that since I want to gripe and complain, He'll allow Satan to take my child's life? Satan has definitely tried on many occasions to take this child, let me tell you!

I have friends who have not been able to conceive.  They'd love to be in my shoes and here's ole ungrateful Trice walking around mad at the world.  I'd just finished praying about my bad attitude when I saw one of them and she asked to touch my belly and was so pleased that my baby kicked for her as she spoke to him.  I felt so stupid for complaining. 

This is a tremendous privalege. I now rejoice in spite of the aches and pains.

Thank God I have to pee what feels like 10 times more than the average non-pregnant person- I'm carrying a wonderful life inside me!

Praise you Jesus for the back pains that I didn't have before and the fatter cheeks (on my face and bottom, lol). It means my baby is growing nicely.  I now rejoice in the extra weight because I know it's neccessary and besides,  my husband thinks I look beautiful and still can't keep his hands off me!

I now rejoice in the fact that I can't do everything anymore.  Let them wash the dishes, clothes, carry the groceries, cook the food.  This is a luxary!  Let them wait on and serve me for a change! I can now totally justify sitting tight while someone else makes me a plate and brings it to me!

I thank God for every kick and movement that jolts me out of my sleep.  It reminds me that I'm sooo not alone.  I'll only have this little one's company this way for a little while longer.  I'm choosing to enjoy it.

I'm now grateful to look like I'm auditioning for a role as Santa. Praise God! I can do this just as I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me! Ho Ho Ho!

 



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