I am not a happy pregnant person. Never. I've been pregnant twice and twice I have been jipped of that "glow and joy" women feel when they're pregnant. I mean, halfway through my pregnancy, I am done being pregnant. Really, really done. Shoot, by the time 36 weeks come I am bribing the doctor to just move the C-Section date up a week or three. I hate the nausea, and the hormone insanity that rushes through my body. I hate the discomfort and the aches and pains. I hate blowing up like a balloon and always feeling tired. It's just not my favorite season of life. Some women love being pregnant and others, like me, hate it.
Then I remember my amazing friend who wants a baby so so bad but has miscarried three times. She would give anything to *not* complain about her pregnancy. Then, I find that an old friend DID have her baby halfway through her pregnancy and he went to be with Jesus an hour after being born. Suddenly, I am reminded of a dear friend who tried and tried and tried to get pregnant for four years. They were years filled with tears, a fight to keep the faith and hope deferred.
And suddenly, complaining about cankles and some weight gain, just seems super silly. Actually, complaining about any of the hard parts of mothering seem silly in comparison to the pain some women feel when they are unable (even if for a season) to conceive, carry and deliver babies.
I am not pregnant. And I have no plans of becoming pregnant anytime soon. And this post isn't about a desire or anything of the sort. But it is a post that I pray will raise awareness. Mommies, we know this job is hard work. I mean, really hard work. And it is so very easy to fall into the trap of complaining about how very hard our job is. But I am begging you Mommy, in that moment when you want to give in to complaining, to think about my friend who wants a baby but has miscarried three times. I dare you to think about my friend who can no longer hold her son because he was born so incredibly premature and think about the four long years of trying my other friend endured. Seriously. Pregnancy, mothering. It's all hard. But I am now convinced, after walking the path with several friends of mine, that harder is the path of hope deferred than the path we walk on dear Mommy Friends.
Let's make a deal that we won't complain about our toddlers' tantrums or sleepless nights or achy backs. Let's instead walk gratefully at the gifts we've been given and marvel in their little hearts and little feet. Let's pray for our sisters who ache for children they once had but didn't get to hold. Let's pray for our sisters who ache for children they will one day have... or not. Let's just walk in thankfulness and bear our sisters' burdens.