Monday started out rough.
I could feel it the minute I woke up and knew something was off.
I've loved being pregnant and, besides a few minor aches and pains, have enjoyed every minute of it.
With that said, Monday was the first day that pregnancy seemed to be too much.
I starred at myself, and this foreign body, wondering who this person was in the mirror.
I understand this is a common feeling for many pregnant women, but every morning before I gazed in amazement of my growing belly and thanked the Lord for such an amazing gift.
Not this Monday.....I felt trapped in this new body and was soon covered in an overwhelming blanket of fear and uneasiness......what if this whole having a baby thing was a really bad idea? What if I didn't have what it takes? What if, what if, what if?
I went to work on the brink of tears and knew that the slightest push would send me into a fit of water works.
Sure enough, an e-mail from Jody was all I needed to turn into a blubbering pregnant mess.
The cry turned out to be quite cleansing and just what this hormonal human baker needed to find some clarity.
The e-mail confirmed that I'm not in this alone, that life is full of stress but God had equipped me with an amazing partner to help pick me up when I can't do it myself.
Sometimes we just need to be told we are loved to bring things back into prospective.
