The Bump

{me at 15 1/2 weeks}

The bump...it takes some getting used to.  I love it.  It is fun.  But I tell ya what, it's a little strange... and only getting stranger.  I'll be completely honest with you: from a body image stand point I have to say, at least in this early stage of "could be baby bump or could be beer belly," sometimes it's a little hard to tote.  I've never been bumpy and it's very strange to not be in control of this situation.  And I know this sounds selfish, conceited, and bad-potential-motherish, but I'm just being real with you.  First pregnancy = the biggest transition period I think I have ever faced.  It's a lot to get used to.

I love my bump.  I do.  I'm ecstatic to be a mommy.  However, as the tangible symbol of all things changing in my life, sometimes I take out my pregnancy hormones on my growing tummy.   But the silver lining, as my waist line continues to disappear, is the glorious little one that God is knitting together inside of me.  It is so incredibly humbling to see how God is already using this little one to point me to himself -- to say to me, "it's not about you," "don't let your body be an idol," "stop putting yourself before others," "stop and savor the world around you."

So I love this little (but growing) bump.  It's a great reminder to me of God's love for me and his will for my life.  I want to enjoy this season of growing tummy, aching breasts, raging hormones, and other pregnancy unmentionables.  It's all a gift.