I'M PREGNANT!

That title got you here quick didn’t it?  J

 

This baby was an immaculate conception. . .conceived by God.

 

No, I’m not pregnant with a baby. . .well. . .I sorta am.  I know, you’re either pregnant or your not, there is no maybe, no in between.  I’m not pregnant with a baby that kicks and cries and coos but I am with baby. . .a book.

 

I’ve heard authors describe writing a book is like birthing a baby. . .hard!  I’m not putting myself into the category of author because I just can’t do it yet.  Maybe I will someday if this baby ever gets born.

 

But I am experiencing the trimesters.  In the first trimester it was exciting.  I was all gun hoe to start.  I wasn’t gatherin pink or blue, but I was obtaining red and black pens, LOTS of white paper, LOTS of ink (black, yellow, and magenta for the printer, notebooks and stuff like that.)  In my other pregnancies, I gained weight.  This one I’ve lost a little.  In those others, I ate all the time.  In this one sometimes I get so involved in the process, I forget to eat.  With the others, I sometimes felt the need to throw up.  With this one, sometimes I feel the need to throw up.  With the others, I might have once or twice gotten a little cranky.  With this one, I might have, well. . .you know.

 

Then there is the second trimester.  You’re getting used to the idea.  You’re glowing. You're happy. But. . .  with the others, sometimes I would get scared of the thought of the responsibility.   With this one, I get scared of the thought of the responsibility.  With each, every time I would think with a little worry, oh this is big and God would whisper, “I’m bigger still.” 


Then there is the third trimester.  As the baby grows bigger and bigger, the momma begins to nest the place, putting on final touches.  I've begun to do this with my baby, doing final touches to words here and there, adding and subtracting words, gathering word counts, asking the Lord what else needs to be done, to be said.


Then comes labor and the birthing process. It's not time yet but I can see it coming down the road.  It’s getting closer.  In my other two pregnancies, the labor was hard!  It was long!  And it was worth it!  I’m hoping this next birthing process will not be so labor intensified, but if it is, God will be right there with me just like He was before.  My husband will be there also just like he was before, holding my hand and helping me through the process.  And it will be worth it.

 

The last two times when the baby came, it was yelled out, “It’s a boy!”   This time, when it comes, we will hear,  “It’s a book!”  And I will thank God for the delivery, the baby, and pray that I brought God glory and honor in the raising of this baby.
 

 

I'll also thank him that no hemorrhoids were involved this time around.

 

 

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