Well ... we are almost a three. For now, we are a two and an alien ameoba peanut that makes me an emotional mess. Yesterday, I literally sat on the floor in the bathroom at work and cried. Just cried my eyes out. For. No. Reason.... Well, there was a tiny reason. Regardless, its not something that would have brought me to the brink of near hyperventilation before. Yet, there I was. Baby baby cry face.
Excitement is the buzz around out home. Excitement about this new bundle of joy that will be entering our home in under 7 months. It's insane to me how short 9 months can feel while watching other women be pregnant. And how mind-tinglingly short it can feel when I think about what I have to do, should do, should care about doing, should eat, should exercise, should pray, should think, should tell people, should not tell people. IT'S A TAD OVERWHELMING.
And yet there is this amazingly beautiful peace.
A peace that I don't know I've ever felt before. Peace that God Himself, the one who created the universe is holding me. Holding my baby. Holding my womb and making it a comfy and safe environment for this little life. Peace that the money will be there to buy a crib..and a dresser...and a changing table...and ... and.. and...do I need to go on? Peace that He is the Giver of Life. And I am thankful for this life growing in my belly. I am thankful for the peace that He has allowed to reign over my body. While most women in this stage of pregnancy are throwing up, nauseated, and exhausted. I am feeling wonderful. Tired, but wonderful. I am thankful for my man. Words can not express the passion, love, adoration and appreciation I feel toward him. He is the prophet, priest and king of my home and I am safe under his protection.
So, there we are. Becoming a Three. And I am blessed.
