Right now it is not such a gentle breeze. More like a tempest I'd say!
Everything around me is changing. I'd like to say that I'm changing on the inside too. That will be better judged in hindsight I'm sure.
Here is the most obvious change:
I'm being overtaken by this belly!
I'm not being a braggart when I say that all of my pregnancies have been relatively easy, just stating a blessed fact about me. I've never thrown up, nor gained tons of water weight, nor had elephant ankles. But just so you don't think it's all been a splendid walk in the park, I do have huge stretch marks (goodbye forever bikinis!), and I do get horrid heartburn almost daily.
But here's a new thing! This is the first pregnancy in which I've felt that my whole upper half is going to come exploding through my pelvis any minute. For the last 2 months, my pelvic bone has felt as though it would like to split in two. This, of course, makes getting up, rolling over in bed, sitting, and all other motions that require me to move my dairy-aire, extremely painful. I've got the pregnancy waddle down to an expertise and I still have 3 months to go.
Three more months?!!! How can I endure this till the end!!!
I think of others who have to be on bed-rest, are still throwing up at my stage, are horribly sick and I know I can't complain. Much.
This photo is on my fridge and I use it to keep me in check. Daily.
Times are changing. I can only cling to this truth:
"But as for me, I trust in You, O LORD;
I say, 'You are my God.'
My times are in Your hand..." (Psalm 31:14-15)