Joys. That’s what “they” say… whoever ‘they” are. The joys of pregnancy most certainly is a phrase coined by a man. I’ve been silently cursing all men and Eve for obvious reasons. Forgive me for being real for a moment… Pregnancy simply put, is not for the faint of heart. I am woman, hear me roar (or moan, groan, complain, sigh, yell, and cry). I should feel sorry for putting my poor husband through the torture of hearing about all of my ailments. There’s a lot! But heck, it’s the least I can do FOR him since he doesn’t hold the honor of carrying a child and giving birth. If I wasn’t a modest person, I’d fill all the men of the world in on the specific “joys” of pregnancy.
Last week, Dustin took his mother and me to lunch. It was a really nice restaurant. You know… fancy food. He thought he was treating us to something special and unique. I couldn’t find one thing on the menu I wanted. You see, pregnancy for me means that I want the food that I want, not food prepared to look like a piece of art. I wasn’t interested in the unfamiliar names with no description on the menu. I was hungry. After what probably seemed an eternity to my company and the waiter, I ordered. The food was put before me. I took a bite. I didn’t like it one bit. And do you know what I did? I cried. I had an emotional meltdown in the middle of a very nice restaurant. Why? Because that’s what pregnancy does to me. That’s just a small corner of what pregnancy does to me.
Oh, I know it’ll all be worth it. Of course it will. But in the midst of the most miserable weeks of the pregnancy… AND dreading what is to come with a C-Section recovery, I’m searching for the joys. The joys will come. I know, because I’ve experienced this twice before.
Soon enough, this too shall pass and the joys will be all to apparent. Today, although I am silently cursing all men and Eve for partaking of that tree of good AND EVIL, I do thank God for unanswered prayers. This was the last thing I wanted or thought I needed. But somehow, the plan set forth by my Heavenly Father, once again takes precedence and reminds me I am not in charge.