Yesterday I was at Kroger and the cashier asked me how far along I was. I told him 25 weeks. Well this blew his mind and he was like, "Whoa, Whoa!!" and making all this commotion. I thought it was going to start calling me over to look at me. He then continued to tell me how I was going to have a BIG baby (since he was such an expert) and kept staring at my belly. I said well I am having a boy and I do hope he's a healthy littly baby. I smiled and walked away, even though I wanted to do something else. So for the rest of the day I was pretty bummed because I'm really sick of people commenting on the size of my belly. I mean what do they expect? I'm over 6 months pregnant, I'm not going to have abs of steal right now.
Well that evening our small group served dinner at the Ronald McDonald house. (A place where families that have children in the Vanderbilt Children's Hospital can stay). There were a lot of families there that had premature babies that were in ICU. One couple I spoke with really touched my heart. They asked me how far along I was, I told them 25 weeks. She said she had her baby at 23 weeks, 2 weeks earlier then where I am. Their baby weighed less than our baby weighes right now. It was amazing to see these people's strength and faith in God remain strong. It really makes you put everything in your life in perspective and realize that you are very blessed. I made a comment without thinking that I'm going to have a "Big boy" and the woman told me, "That's not a bad thing". I've been so worried about how big I'm getting and if I'm too big for how far along I am when those woman would have loved to have been as big as I am. So my lesson learned last night: I'm going to enjoy my pregnancy because I have been VERY blessed so far and I'm not going to worry about how I look or how big I am getting (as long as the baby is healthy). Remember: DON'T SWEAT THE SMALL STUFF!
Happy Birthday, Jesus!
1 month ago