I can't tell you how nice it is to have only a few small mirrors in our house and poor lighting!
There are such perks to not seeing yourself in FULL - LIVING - COLOR every day.
We have just enough mirror to ensure that hairs are in place and teeth are clear of spinach;
to keep from scaring off our neighbors and giving our friends too much to laugh about.
As you can see, a glass door will suffice in a pinch :-)
This belly hasn't seemed humongous to me. The rest of me feels humongous, but the belly seems
indicative of a petite babe. I like that, even though there comes a point when a baby of ANY size
will seem large ;-) That's just a little observation I've made with some experience behind it.
I'm not feeling anxious,
but I'd forgotten that I do become introspective and somewhat hermit-ish.
I do not feel creative. Or funny. Or fun, for that matter.
But during this time I find I am more and more ready to make the acquaintance of my baby. My baby... what sweet words those are.
I am not one of those people who thinks it's easier to maintain life within the womb.
I much prefer to juggle a living being in the crook of my arm, or on my hip - even while stirring dinner.
With each pregnancy, the obvious has occurred: 9 months has passed much more quickly.
Busy-ness overtakes a household buzzing with daily life and all that pertains to it.
Even though all my babies are less than 2 years apart - most about 18 months -
this ones appearance struck me rather as "I JUST DID this!"
It was deja-vu :-D
I am learning that there are new ways to appreciate pregnancy and new life,
not so much for novelty any more,
but the wonder of the privilege when so many people are unable to carry life within.
Also I wonder at the privilege because God has seen me mother the children I already have.
He knows my failings and yet...
And yet He blesses me again, and again, and again. His favor just overflows my cup!
THAT is a wonder.
Then there is this time of the final days of preparation.
Beyond the neat stack of clean baby clothes,
eensy-weensy newborn size diapers,
corners that have been dusted,
drawers that have been organized...
there is a momma heart that begins to long for another baby.
Not only do I have the baby itch super-duper bad, I'm going to get one!
(and, I might add, it's a good thing to want a baby badly at this point,
because I'm going to need that motivation to carry my physical body through another
very serious workout!)
Well. I'm there now.
Ready AND longing for this baby. To hold, and kiss, and smell....
When I thought of being a mom, I never dreamed of THIS! ~Five heart melting smiles ~never getting tired of midnight feedings ~having all the answers ~not minding dirty faces ~enjoying watching the boys eat! ~falling in love with pigtails ~appreciating overalls ~appreciating a washing machine! ~wanting to do everything better ~falling in love a million times