Friday, April 16, 2010
One Short Month
In honor of Jude's official "due date" which is now just one month away, I thought I'd give a little pregnancy update! (The picture is for my sis who wants to keep up with my growing belly:)
A few things you may (or may not) want to know:
1. I've gained around 28lbs in total.
2. The symptoms of the latter part of pregnancy have been much more manageable than those first 18 weeks of nauseau. No complaints here!
3. I went to water aerobics last night for the first time since month 3. I think that will officially be my last organized aerobics class for this pregnancy. The water belt kept flipping me over and I was a little disruptive to the class. My stomach is apparently quite bouyant.
4. I will stick to the lap side of the pool where Laurin has been kind enough to slow her pace to mine on several occasions. It's a much more manageable work out!
5. Hubs is headed to Memphis this weekend for Rob and Bethany's wedding! Ole doc grounded me and I will have to remain in Louisville until Jude arrives. I am so sorry to miss the celebration!
6. I had a doctor's appointment this week and asked him if I am unusually large. He measured my little stomach and said I'm right where I should be. What would I look like if I were measuring large?
7. I mentioned that I might go downtown for the amazing derby fireworks show this weekend, Thunder Over Louisville. David forbid it unless I got approval from the doctor. 45 minutes of intense fireworks might make me go into labor? Doc seemed amused by the question, and told me I could rest assured that fireworks could not induce labor.
8. Confession: I really wanted to ask for another ultrasound this week because I can hardly wait to catch another glimpse of Jude's sweet face. I restrained myself. I am just so excited about meeting him face to face:)
9. I was in a random conversation this week with a fellow in Louisville. I asked him what he did, and he told me he was "living the dream." That phrase always makes me laugh. What on earth does that mean? He said it seriously though.
In response, I looked down at my little baby belly, thought of my sweet husband and the ever faithful God who has, for now, given those gifts to me.
I looked right back at him to respond.
"Me too, brother."
This is better than my dreams. Maybe less idealistic, more earthy. Less bound by what I get, more satisfied in what I am able give. Less secure than I imagined, yet more steadied by the sovereignty of God. More dream like than I once thought becuase of that pressing reality that these are but shadows of the reality for which we wait.