I’m halfway through this pregnancy and I told my husband, and later my sister, that I didn’t reach 20 weeks. 20 weeks reached out, grabbed me and gave me a swirly. Figuratively speaking of course.
I believe this is the Lord confirming that we will have three children in our family. The older I get the harder pregnancy is on my body. A few weeks ago I began doing the math and realized that if we followed our pattern for a fourth child, I would be giving birth just before my 39th birthday, meaning I would end up weaning a baby somewhere around my 40th birthday. I know other people do it. I am happy for those other people. I don’t want to be those people.
The really funny thing is, that I seem to have this view limited to myself. If one of my friends (say Jawan, or Tera or Jennifer) close to my age announced they were pregnant it would never cross my mind that they were too old for that stuff. I would be thrilled for them; delighted in fact. And to quote my friend Becky, be happy it was them and not me.
The Lord has met the desires of my heart, exceeded our prayers and filled my arms and now He’s giving me contentment to rest in that provision. I’ll just waddle through these next 20 weeks.