A Bundle of Myrrh

Over the last couple weeks I can really tell I’ve come entered the glorious second trimester of pregnancy. It’s my fave, the second trimester. A little more energy, the icky all day feeling is history, the restless legs have settled down and the horrors of the third trimester are weeks away.

Of course I’m wetting my pants every time I sneeze, unable to drink water without getting heartburn and starting to outgrow pregnancy #5 maternity clothes, but I feel great! And thankfully baby seems to be doing great too.

Please don’t ask why there’s a picture of biscuits in this post. I’m 17 weeks pregnant, I don’t know why I do half the things I do.

We’re back from Texas and Ephraim couldn’t wait any longer to announce our newest blessing.

Baby #6 is on the way, due  November 3rd!

“Wonderful are your works; my soul knows it very well.” Psalm 139:14

I can hardly believe that I’m nearing the end of this pregnancy and, God willing, in a little over 7 weeks I’ll be holding our newest little sugar. This time we decided not to learn the gender so we’re anxious to hear our doctor’s announcement on that big day of “Girl” or “Boy” won’t that be fun?…the announcement, not so much all that other stuff that comes before.

As with my other babies, this has been a very uneventful pregnancy, which is a blessing. Of course there has been much unpleasantness and many pains, but thankfully nothing abnormal or alarming. Though I will say I can tell that all the “normal” things that happen get much more pronounced with each pregnancy.  Those things that were minor aches with the first couple are enough to lay me out this time around.

My biggest grief until now has been the frequent and lingering dizzy spells and an inability to breath deeply which began early on with this baby making the smallest tasks..uh like chopping an onion, feel like I’ve just run around the block in 100 degree heat (not that I’ve ever even done that, but I imagine it must feel something like this, okay, it probably would feel worse, bear with me).  I consider getting to the kitchen in the morning and pouring a cup of coffee without being dizzy, winded and exhausted as a great start to the day.

Now in my 8th month comes the best part. Nothing is comfortable, every muscle hurts, my tummy feels stretched to popping, every step shoots pain through my pelvis, my lower back is begging for a break, my feet want a one way ticket to anywhere but here and I’ve become a giant waddling ball of human whiney-ness.

And with all that said I must add that even with all the difficulty I’m still humbled and amazed by God’s goodness and work. I’m still in awe of the fact that there is a new person being made within me and soon he or she will be out here, a new part of our family seamlessly woven right in like they had been here the whole time.