This morning I woke up feeling humbled and grateful.
A month ago yesterday, a close girlfriend of mine, Laura, lost her baby girl during childbirth.
Just looking at that on "paper" makes me cry... and I can't imagine what she and her husband and their family have been through over the past month.
What their story has done for me has been a true intervention of God in my life. It is something amazing that I will always be grateful for. And it is so hard to explain. Parents and friends everywhere I go, at this point in my pregnancy, all ask "oh my goodness, I bet you're ready to be done with this, aren't you?" ... and people go on and on about how uncomfortable it must be and how when they were pregnant they were counting down the days until the baby would
finally come - for me, this is the humbling part.
Because of Laura's story, I am in some strange way so grateful for every sore back, swollen foot, heartburning chest and little kick (or roll) that this boy gives me. He is utterly the most important thing in my life (next to Jason) and he hasn't even taken a breathe of air yet. At the same time I am filled with sadness for the friends and family around me that have had to suffer a loss.
I pray he makes it here safely... and I'm trying my hardest not to be too antsy about his arrival because I feel he is safe right now, tucked away in my belly.