The Closure of a Cover Girl Pregnancy
So, here we are– 3 days past The Big Due Date.
The Estimated Due Date is actually its official name and often abbreviated “EDD” which also happens to be my initials. (See, this is important information we all would have been deprived of if Baby J would have came on time.)
Maybe because of that kind of connection of sweetness I share with the “EDD” or maybe because I’m still a bit nervous or maybe because to quote my friend Jillian I’ve had a “Cover Girl Pregnancy”– easy, breezy, and beautiful, or maybe just because I’m capable of being more patient and calm than I realized, I’m still not freaking out saying GET THIS BABY OUT OF ME.
Which is weird. And I know it’s weird, because EVERYONE around me IS freaking out saying WHEN ARE YOU HAVING THAT BABY!
And I don’t mind that. At all, actually.
It IS funny, however, when people ask a leading question like, “Oh honey- you’re just dying, aren’t you? Every day feels like a year right now, doesn’t it?”
And I answer back, “No, I’m actually good. I mean, I’m excited, but I’m good.”
And then the person keeps talking as if I just said, “I KNOW! I CANNOT HANDLE THIS!” because they forget to listen to what I’m saying because it seems so assumed I’d be so over being pregnant by now. Or by the sight of my belly.
Here’s that belly at our appointment on my due date:
But really, I’m almost weird in the opposite way, because you have 9 months to wait and anticipate and wonder about this adventure we’re about to embark on and then The Day comes and it’s like, WHOA- how did it get here already?
And because I’m a little (okay maybe a lot lol) sentimental about endings, I’ve just been a little shy to accept THIS part is over and the next part is about to happen. Not to mention, the complete foreign of what “the next part” holds!
What I want to explain today is the most precious way God gave me such a neat and tidy and sweetness of a closure in this Cover Girl Pregnancy of an adventure I’ve so enjoyed.
So last week, a friend of ours who is about to finish his degree to become a counselor had text Ryan and I asking if he could interview us for a class. We both agreed, though neither of us knew the nature of the interview. In fact, as Nick was texting us about making it happen last night, we still didn’t know what we were going to be interviewed about, and I was suddenly a little less excited about the whole thing. I love interviews and stuff like that, but I was just feeling kind of tired and because I fear I’m never going to see Ryan after the baby comes (like he is moving away or something lol) I am a little selfish of these “last nights” together.
And I love Nick and Krista and their honesty so much that I can just admit that I was kind of like, “Eh- I hope this doesn’t last long and I’m not even wanting to do it anymore.”
So they come in, Nick to conduct this interview and Krista as the court reporter of a role in typing out our answers.
And we’re still clueless what this thing is about.
Nick begins to explain that it’s for his Human Development class and he needed to talk to a couple that is within one month of becoming parents. He goes on to further explain the entire interview will be about the adventure of the past 9 months we’ve shared together!
I mean, SERIOUSLY, Lord!?
I LOVE that kind of thing. I DESIRE that kind of closure and processing of my emotions and feelings. I THRIVE in revisiting the past before stepping confidently into the next step or phase of life!
So naturally upon that description, my mood toward this interview doesn’t just drastically change, but there I sit cuddled up next to my Shippmate on our couch with Baby J dancing in my belly and the cats running about, and I just lose it.
Tears everywhere. And we haven’t even started!
I tried to blame my overdue pregnancy state, but secretly I knew I would have cried regardless.
I was just given the gift of a lifetime for someone who cherishes endings and is slow at beginnings.
Over the next hour, Nick asked us so many precious questions that allowed us to revisit different milestones and hardships of the pregnancy, as well as questions that allowed us to look forward to the next chapter, too.
That hour of an interview that I didn’t even want to happen could not have been a more perfect bow of closure wrapped around the gift that has been this Cover Girl Pregnancy.
And to conclude on a note of my weird, non-rushed state, I literally said a prayer this morning thanking God for not letting me go into labor before I could get this blog written and documented forever.
My bags are packed. My camera batteries are charged. My house is spotless.
And now, finally, my heart… it’s ready.
Thank you, Lord– for this life You gave us in our Baby J, for the family surrounding and supporting us, for The Shippmate I couldn’t adore more, and Jesus– oh, Jesus, THANK YOU for the kind of sweet closure You so brilliantly knew I needed last night.