It's starting. The dreaded swelling has begun. I dreaded this moment from conception, but I knew it would come. And boy did it come quickly. Just as Cinderella's carriage turned to a pumpkin at midnight, my hands and feet turn to sausages at 3pm. It's clock work, 3pm I swell. This should make for an interesting evening wearing 4 inch heals at my sisters wedding! I think it might be a "heals for the pictures and ceremony than straight to flats" kind of night! (don't worry I'll take pictures!) I am okay with this. I have come to terms with the idea that my hands and feet will be looking "pleasantly plump" for the remainder of my pregnancy.
Who am I to complain? My small complaints are so minor to the miracle that is being created inside of me. She is probably writing a blog in my tummy complaining that "Mom doesn't ever take time to put her feet up." And so it is. Maybe the time has come when I allow myself to rest instead of pushing, pushing, pushing, myself. It's hard, my energy comes back but my physical restrictions kick in. For instance; I can no longer open the window behind my sink, reach the paper towels, lift the trash out of can, reach my top cabinet where I have always kept my olive oil, paint my toenails (whaaa, time for pedicures), file papers in the bottom filing cabinet of Maddy's classroom, wear much jewelry past 3 pm (the old swelling thing), or touch my toes. The list will get longer I promise. All this and only 6 months!
I was at the car wash yesterday because something must have been spilled in my car and it wreaked of mildew (not a fun smell when your nose is that of a bloodhound). So at the car wash this kind elderly lady tried to convince me that there was no way I could only be 6 months. "8 months" she said. "you must be further along!" After I assured her I was only 6 months I informed her that I was so large because "the good Lord had blessed me with a healthy baby." She smiled and said "God bless you and your children." I don't think she was expecting that answer. But what a great way to show this kind lady that I had a powerful creator om my side that made me to carry babies just the way he had designed me to. She may not have thought twice about it. But I know that at that moment I changed my perspective on my growing body. The Lord was gracious enough to give me a body able to carry 3 children. How could I curse that. What a blessing. It was at that moment I remembered a nurse telling me when I delivered 35 week old twins at 6lbs each. "God has a unique way of working, if your body hadn't gained all that weight your babies would have only been about 4lbs and most likely in the NICU." What a reminder that God has a plan far greater than mine, or my Dr.'s.
"For I know that plans I have for you, declares the Lord, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future." Jeremiah 29:11
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