A Little Expectation Anticipation

I was just sitting on the couch, the afternoon naptime silence lulling me into an introspective state when BOOM!…a thrill shot through me at the thought of the child that is resting in my womb, biding his or her time until that unknown date when what has been hidden will be made known, when life that has been developing and growing for nine months will be present with us in flesh and blood, its cries heard, its skin felt, its naked little body caught and swaddled up like a burrito. And there I will be, arms ready to hold my #3…

I don’t take the blessing of children lightly. But then at the same time, I suppose I do. For here I am, in the beginning stages of the third trimester of my pregnancy, and I have hardly even taken the time to realize I am pregnant at all! I will completely forget that I am with child until I pass in front of a mirror and then go “Golly geeze, would you look at that big belly!”

In fact, I have been so behind in this pregnancy, only one doctor’s visit under my belt so far, that I might as well just have this baby at home. Wouldn’t that be grand? No beeping machines, no uncomfortable bed, no nurses trying to help me breastfeed…I wonder if you can buy epidurals at Wal-Mart?…

Regardless, come June, by the grace of God, this little baby boy or girl will be joining us, with a brand new personality, its very own eyes, ears, nose and mouth, its very own timbre of voice, and its very own habits. This baby could throw the entire house into upheaval or it could fit right in, none of us ever missing a beat. The possibilities are endless. Which is the scariest thing about adding a new pup to the litter…

Either way, when I finally stopped today to realize the true weight of the extra load I’ve been carrying since last Fall, that excitement and expectation crept all the way up my neck and gave me goosebumps on my scalp. I’ve always loved what Carl Sandburg says about babies: “The first cry of a newborn baby in Chicago or Zamboango, in Amsterdam or Rangoon, has the same pitch and key, each saying, ‘I am! I have come through! I belong! I am a member of the Family!'”

God willing, we will be hearing that first cry before we know it and we’ll have a new baby Gore to introduce to the world, to raise up in the fear and knowledge of God, to expose to our, as a friend lovingly put it this week, “colorful” way of life. Get ready, baby, to be a member of the Family! It is sure to be an adventure…

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