Every time I try to capture Dawson moving around like crazy on my phone or computer, he stops. Every. Single . Time. He'll be going wild in there, and as soon as the camera goes on, it's like he's just been tagged in freeze tag and has to remain absolutely still.
But today, I finally captured his wiggling and moving on camera. And when I go back to watch the video and prepare to post it, I stop. Look at the stretch marks, I wince. Look how BIG my stomach is I complain. I can't post this, because it's not cute and firm and perfect like every other pregnant mom I sigh.
But something the pastor said at church today really made an impression. He was quoting an article from Erma Bombeck, about what she would do if she had her life to live over again. She said:
Instead of wishing away nine months of pregnancy, I'd have cherished every moment and realized that the wonderment growing inside me was the only chance in life to assist God in a miracle.
So I'm going to be okay with my weight gain, and my stretch marks, and my fat ankles, my aching back, my maternity jeans and my inability to put on my own shoes. I'm assisting God in a miracle, and there is nothing to sigh or complain or wince about in that.
dang that quote gave me goosebumps!! you are beautiful and doing an amazing thing, own it!! :) -jessica d
ReplyDeleteAwww, I miss that. I used to come home form work and lay down on the bed and put a piece of paper of the remote on my belly to watch Alice kick it. It wwas soooo cool.
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