I’m honored to be a guest on this week’s Among Women Podcast with the industrious and faithful Pat Gohn.
(If you haven’t ever tuned in to Pat’s award-winning podcast, she not only covers great topics, but she has a radio voice – smooth and soothing to listen to – and, in fact, worked in radio broadcasting for a long time.)
Pat and I discussed Weightless and covered everything from body image and body acceptance to the virtue of temperance, especially when it comes to food.
I hope you’ll consider joining in our conversation.
Many thanks to Pat for allowing me to share my voice with her listeners!
A pregnancy aside because this baby and pregnancy is what’s always on my heart and mind (and pressing on my cervix) these days: I’ll be off to another prenatal appointment with my midwife in just a few hours. I remain a ticking, gestating time bomb now at 37 weeks and counting. Thank you for all of your prayers over the last two months. What a blessing they have been.
Now I find myself praying for a happy and safe delivery as well as trust and patience that this baby will fall – yes, it does feel like the baby’s just going fall out into the world – into my arms when he or she is ready. I’m trying not to stress about the fact that my husband anticipated the baby’s early and imminent arrival (like the rest of us) and adjusted his work schedule accordingly and will soon be working longer hours and soon faces a weekend of call.
Plenty of people have been asking, “So when are you going to have that baby?” I don’t know. No one knows. I’ve been in limbo now since June 29th when I was hospitalized for preterm labor. I feel blessed we’ve made it so far, but sometimes I start to feel anxious, too.
This pregnancy, probably more than anything else in my life, has taught me that I must live in the now and to not look to what might happen or even to question “Why me?” Not “Why me?” as in why have I had to deal with all this uncertainty? But, rather, “Why did my preterm labor not result in scary interventions or a premature birth like it has with some of my friends? Why was (am) I so lucky?”
Why not me?
Oh, and this question frequently pops up, too: “How in the world does a low rider incubate for so long on a paper thin, dilating cervix?” I may have a jumpy, raring-to-go cervix, but it’s not as incompetent as I’ve been tempted to label it during my last three pregnancies when it’s given us a scare but has held on longer than we thought was medically possible!