It's just a few more days until my due date . . . and yet it seems it will never come! If you've ever been pregnant, you know how the last weeks and days seem to stretch on . . .
But as I wait, I find myself thinking about the new baby girl, what she looks like, what her personality will be, and what her future has in store.
I've thought this about all my children, and it's interesting to think of it now that they are 14, 10, 5, and 2 and remember wondering who they would be. Now that I know more about them, it's strange to remember a time when they were still in the womb, unknown.
This stage of pregnancy is uncomfortable, to say the least, but is still filled with wonder. It all depends on how you look at it. Every little kick could be an annoyance, or a gentle reminder that there is, indeed, a tiny person waiting to emerge. It gives me, and me alone, the chance to begin bonding with this child before she makes her appearance.
Labor is another thing that can be dreaded or anticipated with eagerness. I won't even pretend to be a superwoman and say that the pain doesn't exist! But childbirth is one of the few experiences where extreme physical pain produces such instant and gratifying results. The intense pain of those final moments is instantly rewarded with the first sight of the new baby, so much that (in most cases) the pain is immediately forgotten in light of the new little life in your arms.
I am so thankful that God has given me the chance to bring another child into the world, and look forward to a day in the very near future when I will finally meet her. It's also a great wonder to know that God already knows this little girl, because He formed her and sees her even now (Psalm 139).