25 Weeks Pregnant

Being Pregnant is something that still leaves me in a state of near constant wonder. I may be tired, and certainly may find myself cranky. But there's something amazing about how everything changes to make room and prepare for another person.

It's also surprising to me how I went from a 19 year old, pregnant with Reagan, to a 20 year old mother, to a 31 year old mother of almost 6! I would ask how that happens, but we all know how it happens, and I guarantee you I know too. My father actually asked me once, if I knew what was causing my pregnancies. I leaned over the table, looked him square in the eyes, and said, "Yes, Dad, but we're not going to stop doing that."

I know. A mean thing to do to one's father. But in fairness, he started it, and he's never asked me again.

Once again, my body is growing and changing. Not always in the ways I'd like, but hey, it's worth it. So after a long day doing things with my friend S. (like fixing my husbands computer, shopping and eating) we took a few pictures to show where I am at 25 weeks.

Mostly I feel pretty good. I'm healthy and the baby is healthy and everything is progressing as it should. I'd be lying, however, if I said I wasn't concerned about my weight. I spent most of my life as a skinny girl and I'm still surprised by my own reflection most days. But I'm trying to get healthy, and take heart in the fact that my children do not care what the mean scale says. And trust me, my scale is getting downright nasty to me. It stops short of saying, "Get off me, you fat cow!" but I can tell, it's thinking about it. Oh, well, let the scale think what it wants.

I'm growing a baby. And nothing could be better than that.

For you created my inmost being;
you knit me together in my mother's womb.
I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made;
your works are wonderful,
I know that full well.
Psalm 139:13-14