What is up with pregnancy making me want the nastiet food EV-ER?! It’s ridiculous really. When I should be eating the best foods ever, to assist in my health as well as my growing baby’s, I want Taco Bell and Pizza Pit. Both of which caused me such indigestion and, ahem, digestion issues (to put it nicely) I half thought I was miscarrying and have now determined I will never EVER eat those things again!
(Well, Pizza Pit I’ll probably give another chance. But considering I vowed off Taco Bell 4 years ago, and only gave in recently due to a prego craving, I’m back on my vow. That stuff is NAS-TY. Gross.)
On another note …
I pulled out all of my maternity clothes this week. A few weeks ago, I panicked because I thought I’d lost them all in our move. But fortunately, we found them! I ran ’em all through the dryer to shake out the wrinkles, and made space for them in my closet. A few times I caught myself thinking, “Man, it sure would suck if I lost this baby cuz I’d have to pack all these clothes back up and that’d be hard. Maybe I should just keep them packed away instead of being hopeful…”
Funny how the brain works, isn’t it? I have no reason to believe this pregnancy isn’t going just fine. I have no reason, other than random statistics on the web that I refuse to read, to think that anything will go wrong. And yet, in a perfectly normal moment, fear of loss tries to break through.
Even at 11 1/2 weeks, it’s a daily battle to surrender every twinge, every passing cramp, every thoughtless worry. You think seeing the ultrasound, or hearing the heartbeat, or getting strong blood results will make everything okay. But that reassurance wears off, and the weeks until the next appointment seem long, and so you trust. And waver, and trust and waver and trust …. and on and on it goes until that little baby is delivered into your arms.
Having been through a whole pregnancy and birth and now two years of motherhood, I of course now truly understand how it’s a never-ending act of surrender. Every day, my little boy–my joy, my love, my life–has to be surrendered to God–who is my Joy, my Love, my Life.
Surrender. Who woulda thought I’d get from Taco Bell & Pizza Pit to Surrender?
Not I, I tell you. Not I.
What do you need to surrender today?