While laying in bed one night (not being able to sleep because of a certain little man moving around inside me), I came up with this analogy: Pregnancy is like an uphill marathon with a gauntlet at the finish line.
The hard thing for me about pregnancy pain is focus. I can be perfectly focused on the joy of creating new life when I’m not in pain, but when I am feeling those inevitable aches, I loose it. I need to get one thing through my head. Motherhood is not about me. Motherhood is about the child growing inside me. He needs to have a mother who reflects Christ in her joy, even while I’m pregnant. I’m not saying that I can never acknowledge or talk about pain, but my attitude quickly turns sour if I focus on the pain and not the reason for the pain. I must love him above my own comfort. When I think about the baby I will soon hold in my arms, pain melts away and I see his eyes staring into mine. I see those nights when I won’t be able to sleep for more than 2 hours in a row. I see a grown man who may someday have a wife and children of his own.
Bottom line: I can’t be selfish during pregnancy. Selfishness is sin anytime.
I must finish my analogy: Pregnancy is like an uphill marathon with a gauntlet at the finish line, but the hydration of joy keeps me going because I’m running to meet my child.