This past week has been somewhat of an emotional roller coaster. I’ve dealt with worry and anxiety over the baby’s health, have gone into crying fits over my changing body and the fact that I’m not even in the third trimester and there is still a ways to go, and some days I just plain struggle with insecurity and feelings of inadequacy as a soon to be mother. Second trimester has indeed been good to me, physically. But my emotions have gone haywire and I’ve had some pretty irrational thoughts. But then…
I get slapped with a reality check. A big one.
I was created in His image. God blessed me to carry this tiny little boy. He gave me life, is giving my son life, and is letting me carry and nuture him for the next few months. He gave me a husband who is an excellent encourager, lifts me up and lets me know how beautiful he finds my pregnant self, without me having to ask. These are the little reminders He sends me when I whine unnecessarily, look in the mirror and dislike what I see, when I think of worst case scenarios with the babe’s health, and mostly, when I try to be in control of it all.
I will struggle with these feelings all over again and tell myself some more lies, I’m sure. But today my heart is full knowing that my loving God is in control and asks me to cast all those worries on Him. So if you will excuse me, I am off to bask in some more sleepy husband and doggie cuddles and baby kicks.