Most of this pregnancy, I’ve griped. “I feel sick.” “I am so exhausted.” “No! (to husband) Don’t even look at me, let alone touch me.”
And those are what I say aloud.
Yet… this is my fifth time in the baby-making ring. Surely I had some idea of what I was getting into, if not some say in whether I entered. Which leads to my overarching thought: Why did I get pregnant?
If we were in my counselor’s office and were addressing my childhood and the relationship I had with my influential relatives ….we’d be here a long time. Although my couch is comfortable, I’m sure no one wants to sit through that. What I’m really interested in is why, given how horribly uncomfortable pregnancy and childbirth is, we women go through it all.
Yes, you in the back? No, you’re wrong. It isn’t ‘for the children.’ Next?
See, that’s the easy answer. That’s the ‘You follow the speed limit to avoid a traffic ticket’ type answer. That’s the ‘You don’t sky dive to avoid death’ answer. That’s the ‘You should avoid eating Taco Bell to avoid intestinal distress’ answer.
Being pregnant is difficult. Just this time around; I am fat, bloated, exhausted, have constant indigestion, feel sick when I’m awake, and have jumped a few clothes sizes. I have interesting nerve pains from child-carrying #1 and my midsection moved somewhere after #4. My second pregnancy ended with an emergency, vertical C-Section and I now always count on no labor, surgery, and increased risk.
So …why? Why? Why? Why?
Actually …it really is for the children. I just didn’t want to sound all schmaltzy.
Because, frankly, it’s not “for the children” the way people picture that phrase. It’s not like ‘I will sacrifice myself to this gunman in place of my child.’ It’s not like ‘I will give my child anything he wants because I love him.’ And it’s certainly not like ‘I will never have a selfish thought again in my life.’
‘For the children’ means that they will live longer. My children, your children are going to help shape the future world. They are the only lasting legacy we can make, even if we were as influential as Jesus -because even He had to have people’s children’s children’s children pass on His message. He had to have people teach His teachings and print His word and learn to pray in His name.
Someone’s got to live after I’m gone, after all. Let’s hope they remember to hang up their towels.
Sunday, July 21: “Everyone Needs to Get Messy, Especially Kids,” about …getting messy.
Monday, July 22: Wrote a poem, “A Parent’s Poetic Lament.”
Tuesday, July 23: Shared a quote by Franklin D. Roosevelt.
Wednesday, July 24: Share another one of my quick, easy dinner ideas: “Veggie Melt.”
Thursday, July 25: “Two Different Socks? Why Not?,” a snippet about my sons’ fashion sense.
Friday, July 26: Emphasized the importance of keeping the kids fed in, “Manic Kids? Try Snacks.”
Saturday, July 27: Shared Mom on the Rocks‘ tweet about therapy.
Sunday, July 28: That’s today!
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