Wednesday, June 8, 2011

Growing Pains

"You will keep in perfect peace those whose minds are steadfast, because they trust in You." Isaiah 26:3

It is amazing to me how much the child growing inside has taught and tested me physically and spiritually. It has been a frustrating process to learn that pregnancy exhaustion is like no other and when body and baby demand rest it is near impossible to fight it. One of the hardest things to accept is my complete inability to accomplish a fourth of the things I would like to. It makes me feel lazy, useless, and petty. John has been absolutely incredible in regards to this - never chafing me for what I do not accomplish and understanding the fact that I am sick and tired far better than I.

Mr Drysdale, John's nickname for baby, has taken a recent delight in making me starving and light-headed and demanding nutrition to a feeling of either throwing up or passing out when I do eat. In the meantime constant punches, kicks, and somersaults ensue. I love feeling him move, but the rate at which he keeps it up is amazing. It's probably a warning that he or she is going to be crawling at 3 months and walking by 9 or 10.

With pregnancy also comes a bodily reaction of loose joints....I think I've gotten my full measure.

It is:
-why I dropped my father-in-law's fishing pole into the lake.
-why the olive oil jar shattered on the floor of the grocery store
-why my kitchen floor was splattered in yogurt
-why coffee granules went everywhere but in the filter (times 3)
-why it is treacherous to eat without a bib

Then there is this realization that I do in fact have hormones and am capable of reacting to fatigue in the most extreme and ridiculous girly ways. It was one of those things I swore would not interfere with my life.

Hitting the 3rd trimester over the weekend and Mr Drysdale deciding to go on another growing spurt made me even more aware of how it's suddenly a little harder to bend over, or move quickly, or roll over. Occasionally, the idea of removing your stomach for just a few hours so you can move around properly, sounds rather tempting.

But through all of these many and extreme life changes, I remember who gives me strength and purpose in this world. Right now that purpose seems to mostly be growing this baby and remembering to listen to the whispers of the Holy Spirit.

"God cannot give us a happiness and peace apart from Himself, because it is not there. There is no such thing." -C.S.L.


Z said...

I cannot tell you how much I like this. Not because I find your misery entertaining, but because of the wonderful conclusion.

Jade & Gingerella said...

Reading your account I was reminded of Ginger's experience. Very similar to yours! Grace especially liked to crawl up under Ginger's ribs on the left side and then "scrape" the inside with her feet. Also, for the longest time during the 1st trimester, any smell of chicken drove Ginger crazy and made her ill...and then suddenly by the 3rd trimester (when she was on hospital bed-rest), we ate KFC at least once per week! :o) You'll make it through. PS: I appreciate your quoting of CS Lewis...


Ptáček said...

I love this post, Lyd! And, between you and Hannah, both, I am so freaked out about ever being preg-eh-nant, it's a little insane. =)

Linds said...

Thank you, dear girl. Gracious, I can relate--it was like reading some my own thoughts.

But what a blessing: to be able to grow a little baby and to raise up knowing Jesus.

Bless you, Lyd.