Consider it a sheer gift, friends, when tests and challenges come at you from all sides. You know that under pressure, your faith-life is forced into the open and shows its true colors. So don’t try to get out of anything prematurely. Let it do its work so you become mature and well-developed, not deficient in any way.
All these years of joking about “Get in the kitchen and make me an X,” and “barefoot, pregnant, and in the kitchen,” and finally we have the opportunity to capture this moment.
I purposely wore what we fondly call the boob apron for this shot (in addition to emphasizing the boobs, I’d call your attention to the fact I’m in a skirt and barefoot), but sadly it obscured the pregnant belly. So here’s another one, showing the pregnant part.
I certainly hope Ian appreciated this moment, because it’s not likely to come again any time soon. I appreciate the irony of the whole situation. Now, if I had any say, we’d move on to the next phase. Things are getting unduly intrusive and bothersome this last month. Technically I’m in the middle of Week 36, and full term is 39 – 40 weeks. None too soon, if you ask me. I just hope he doesn’t decide to stay comfy in there through Week 42, which isn’t unheard-of. Ugg. On the bright side, twice women have given me their seat on the bus when it was standing room only.