Baby

Golly, this baby moves around a lot. In a way, it’s relieving to be able to feel all the physical movements, to have the bumping-bumping every time I stop moving for a couple minutes or more. Before, I just felt a sort of wishy-washy gurgling, like digestion but in the wrong place. And it made me all the more nauseous every time I tried to rest or relax. Now, we have confirmation that the extra nausea was coming from the little baby growing inside of me, and wasn’t just random waves of nausea. It really was real that going to bed and lying down made me feel more sick than I already felt.

It is still weird to feel the bumping so much, so often. But, I guess, it’s like the earthquakes in Japan. Once I adjusted to the Earth rumbling every week, reminding us that it is both there and a living piece of God’s creation, ever changing, it felt normal and right for the Earth to move and for me to feel it. We had a sort of relationship that brought us closer than ever before. It took a long time to adjust to a world that didn’t talk to me, so to speak, that didn’t remind me all the time that it was here, once I moved back to Texas. The baby’s movements remind me a lot of those earthquakes. As odd as they may have felt at the start and even still feel, they are becoming normal and are building a conscious closeness in the relationship between me and the baby. The more time we spend together with the baby bumping its way into my day and my conscience, the stronger the relationship feels. And I have a fondness now for the bumps. They still make me nauseous, which I don’t love at all. But I am growing accustomed to them, to this almost conversation we seem to be having, the baby and I.

Anyway, naturally, it has been bumping away as I write this, so I can’t much stand to look at a screen any longer right now. Goodnight.

God, make us well and safe, please. Keep my husband safe and well, please. Guide me always to be the person you call me to be, the best person I can be. Help me to do your will with ease and confidence and comfort, please. In your name, I pray. Amen.

Post-a-day 2024