YEAH, OKAY! Now don't get me wrong, pregnancy is a blessing and quite beautiful but with the great comes the, well, less than beautiful aspects. Let me elaborate...
I've been pregnant 9 times and although I 'enjoyed' each and every pregnancy, each one possessed some very interesting side effects. For instance, these two babes I am currently carrying at 22 weeks, just made me throw up in my mouth. Oh, and not due to morning sickness either! These two combined are large enough to be pushed up against my stomach and just the slightest pressure causes them to snuggle WITH my stomach. Bleck!! Gotta go brush my teeth, again. (yeah right, one of the kids used my toothbrush last night and dropped it on the bathroom floor - time to burn that thing!) Speaking of the bathroom... it brings me to another glorious thing pregnancy does to the body.
MY BOWELS HAVE STOPPED FLAT IN THEIR TRACKS! I MEAN HOLY COW! HAVE YOU EVER NOT BEEN ABLE TO POOP FOR 3 DAYS??? JUST THE AMOUNT OF CRAMPING THAT GOES ON COULD BRING YOU TO YOUR KNEES (that is if my belly wasn't so big and getting to my knees is almost an impossibility)!! Ahem, my apologize. As I was saying, for some reason the ability to have a bowel movement is greatly inhibited during this season of maternity. Sigh. Bring on a pot of coffee will ya? You know, for it's laxative qualities.
Oh yes, and coffee. Coffee, beautiful coffee. Never have I adored, loved, coveted coffee the way I have since being pregnant again. The need, NO, NEED for coffee due to nights of no sleep thanks to the babes sleeping on my internal organs. About the time I'm exhausted, baby boy gives my stomach to his baby sister so that he might go after my lungs to snuggle with. I don't know if it's fluffiness of my lungs that draws him in or if the wheezing sounds my lungs make when he holds them close is comforting to him. Any how, sleeping is highly over rated. Maybe I can catch some ZZZZ's after homeschooling Luke, Hannah, Micah, Grace, Josh, and Isaiah, then cleaning, cooking, and rehabbing the house. Who needs sleep anyways!!!
Which brings me to cleaning. Ever tried to pick up a crayon or bend over for any amount of time while pregnant? God forbid you actually have to get ON the ground! You have to do this contortion like dance to get down there and if by chance after your 15 swipes at the darn thing you actually pick it up then you've got to endure the pain of lugging yourself and the babes back into the standing position. Only to look down and see another crayon. Oh snap.
Oh SNAP is right. Something that you feel has happened to your tail bone after sitting for any length of time at all at church on those 'comfy' pews. Yeah. Then comes the hot poker, standing very quickly, jump to your feet, so to minimize, and successfully hide the fact you butt hurts from everyone else at church. Lovely, just lovely.
I won't even get into the nausea over the smallest of things. For me it was one of the dogs throwing up a fully intact chicken foot they had eaten that morning. Was it the gagging noises or the fact for some strange reason I couldn't just turn away. Oh yes. One of my favs.
The one that has to take first place for me is, the children coming over to hug, kiss, and rub my stomach. They will talk to the babies and ask to feel their movements. It truly is precious that they care for these two whom they have never met. They pray for them and help when I feel sick. They ask when we will get 'our' babies! They are excited to add to our family and that makes me so very happy indeed!
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Oddly with all of these children I have carried and all the not fun things I have gone through, I don't really remember them once I have my children. Even while going through it, I am so happy to be able to endure those things because it means my babies are healthy! What a blessing!!!!
I think that is why the Bible tells us in John 16:21 that: "Whenever a woman is in labor she has pain, because her hour has come; but when she gives birth to the child, she no longer remembers the anguish because of the joy that a child has been born into the world." When we hold what we have worked so hard to keep safe, we see those precious little faces, suddenly everything else disappears.
But for now, I will thank the Lord for my 'little' people, slip my shoes on my swollen feet, and go buy me another tooth brush because the moment I stand up from this computer and the babies put pressure on my stomach, I will throw up a little in my mouth again.
Tata! Bleck!
