Am I allowed to say it out loud? It feels pretty scary since everyone seems to approach the impending arrival of a new baby one way, and I another… or perhaps not. Perhaps we all play the game, smile and say the right thing. “Oh how excited you must be! Just two more weeks and you’ll get to meet your little one. It’s such a special time!”
Meanwhile I just feel:
apprehensive for the birthing process which is never smooth in my case sad for Annika who is going to be supplanted weary at the thought of surviving the first couple months of NO sleep blessed to have a husband who helps out so much with the kids and our home curious about what the new one will be like anxious about the upcoming chaos and trying to keep the rest of the household going pragmatic, knowing that this will be survived, just like the arrival of my other four children happy anticipating the precious moments bonding with the new baby hoping this baby doesn’t come soon so I can get some more things done thankful this pregnancy has gone so well (despite my advanced age ;)) praying that all will be well with the baby
Thankfully all things are in God’s hands and He provides strength for the day. The challenge is to really believe and rely on His strength.