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This Is Me Now

I promised to practice being thankful. This morning my beloved reminded me that this may be my last week to be pregnant i.e am on week 39 and he was I should enjoy because I will miss it. I looked at him in shock and wondered what is there to miss about being pregnant? I am most humble and proud to be carrying baby boy and having had the privilege to carry Samara but I wondered what would I miss. Well maybe I will miss being allowed to skip the queue in "some" banks.

My friend Sandra insisted on taking me a picture yesterday so that is me at work yesterday. I miss my skin complexion, I miss sleeping all night on my tummy or turning easily in bed. I miss touching my feet without asking for help. I still can't understand how the stomach can stretch that much..infact I was asking  Alex, how do the men with 1 packs handle there tummies? Maybe it is not as heavy as it is with a baby in there. I also do not like the worried look on many peoples faces when one enters the lift, they almost alight wondering whether you will all fit in there or you may go into labour..am I alone in this? Maybe , maybe not but thsoe are some of my experiences.

But am thankful to God for allowing me to be pregnant and as we do the countdown , we remain thankful and trying not to be anxious. Yeah wondering when will the labout start? will it be day time or at night? where will baby girl be or willl we have to ferry her to my sister's house? Oh well one thing is for sure, when it is baby number 1 , you just pick your bag and head for hospital, when other children are involved, the dynamics change..

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Nyambura Esther said…
Dear Sylvia and Alex,
I lack word to say at the loss of your baby boy. I have many whys to ask God, but I choose to trust Him, that He hears and answers our prayers (I don't understand how He chooses to answer).
But I am sure of one thing that He remains God despite our circumstances. May you find comfort in God, for He is the God of all comfort.

Praying for you and your family.

Nyam (Emma's friend)

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