The Fifth Baby

This little person is constantly squirming around in my womb.
I can't complain, I really can't.  It's the feeling of life.
This person, by all accounts of the ultrasound, is right on track and wonderfully healthy, according to the measurements and activity.

This little one is currently breached, but I'm trying to not let that get to me.  They change positions all the time and our last baby wasn't head-down until 38 weeks.  Oh but baby, you will move into position when the time comes, won't you?

This child is a miracle.
Every one is.
Each movement is cherished, even if it makes me gasp every now and then.
Through the hormone changes and weight-gain, the many midnight bathroom trips and achy adjustments this body goes through; I remain in awe of the Creator and the life He breathes into being.

The bigger the blessing, the larger the sacrifice.
I'll give up my coffee, my waistline, my energy levels, and even my sleep-filled nights to partner with Him who knits in my womb, bringing to this earth a miracle that will change the world, even at birth.

It just doesn't get old or less miraculous, even with the fifth baby.

I'm sharing this at Gratituesday.