Dear Friend,
You're expecting a little one, coming so soon. I'm sure that meeting that little baby simultaneously seems like a lifetime away for you, and like it's all happening so fast. I hope that you're really enjoying this pregnancy- I hope it hasn't left you feeling too tired or too yucky.
I asked a different friend, one who's also expecting, how she was feeling a couple of weeks ago, and she said, "I feel pregnant."
I smiled and listened to her complain just a bit, but it wasn't til I got home later that evening when the thought rolling around in my mind finally came to the surface.
I don't know what "feeling pregnant" means, really. I've never experienced it. What if I never know how that feels?
Today, you posted a smiling picture of yourself- two actually, to compare your baby bump now with the way you looked twelve weeks ago.
I took a moment to look at that picture, to notice the sparkle in your eyes and hand on your abdomen, right over the little one being knit together inside of you. What a miracle.
And if I'm being completely honest, yes. I felt a twinge of jealousy. The kind of jealousy that makes me feel like I've been knocked in the stomach after playing Red Rover on the playground. Because even though I'm working on finding the contentment in the moments now, even though I'm fighting hard to focus on my own path, I still think "When me, Lord?" in my confident moments, and "Ever me, Lord?" when I'm feeling less sure.
See, I don't know that I'll ever smile into a camera with my hand resting on a baby bump.
I know that God works incredible miracles every day, I know that I could live the next miracle. But I also know that God's ways aren't the same as my ways, and the miracle I'm waiting for may look much different than I expected.
Yes, there was pain in seeing that picture of you, friend- my heart aches just a little for the things that may never be in my life, for the plans that may never be, for the names that may never be spoken, for the family I may never have.
I hope you don't feel any guilt when I say that your announcement, that your celebration, hurt my heart a little. Pain is unavoidable, friend. It comes to us all. I know that you've lived your fair share of it, too, in ways that are different than mine, but you know those feelings of disappointment and loss as well as I do.
So please, post those pictures to Facebook. Show the world your joy at bringing new life into your family, your excitement.
My heart aches, right now, yes, but I'm aching because I know how immensely blessed you are. I'm sure you know that, too. Life is always good, always a gift.
And know that when I see those pictures, even though I hurt a little for myself and my circumstances right now, I treasure the fact that you've chosen to share a little bit of the little life inside of you with us. With me.
- Love, A Friend Still Waiting
This post is linked up with Amateur Nester.
Believing you will be JUST as blessed!
ReplyDeleteThis is really beautiful and walks the fine line between longing and joy, envy and thanksgiving. Praying fora good day for you.
ReplyDeleteThis made me tear up a little. Ellen is right--- this is really a beautiful description of that fine line. Lovely.
ReplyDeleteI'm so sorry for whatever you are going through. After losing 2 pregnancies I remember the feeling of a gut punch every time I saw someone announce their pregnancy on FB. Even now, after 2 successful pregnancies, I still get jealous of women who have carefree, joyous pregnancies. You are not alone & your feelings are
ReplyDeleteJust. Give it to God. He wants your burden.
ReplyDeleteI often feel the same way. I get angry at Facebook, which makes TONS of sense. Just know you. Aren't alone. In the matters of pregnancy vs infertility I fully believe social media is a curse, not a blessing!
ReplyDeleteSuch a great post. I remember feeling like this before I got pregnant with my "miracle baby". The feeling has since returned now that after two years of trying with one loss during that time, and a couple of ppl in my circle on their second or third...
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