It started when I saw that stick say “pregnant” and I knew our lives were forever changed in the best of ways. Then we got the gender results and I squealed in delight knowing our first would be the Sofia Grace we had been imagining (I purchased the domain www.sofiagarner.com several years ago already believing for her.) Next I started feeling her first kicks and squirms and dreaming about Jamesy holding our baby girl, and my heart continued to expand with excitement. Now, here I am just nine days from her due date, feeling healthy and hopeful.
The consensus seems to be that most women dread the last weeks of pregnancy, but I can’t say I’ve hit that, “GET THIS BABY OUT OF ME!” moment, although I am super giddy in anticipation to meet her. I’ve completely surrendered to the rest my body is asking of me; I am no longer doing any workouts outside of walking and swimming. I am also preparing myself mentally for the birth in any way I can.
Last week I asked God to give me a verse for the birth and he dropped Isaiah 41:10 into my spirit:
“Don’t be afraid. Don’t be discouraged, for I Am your God. I will strengthen you and help you. I will hold you up with my victorious right hand.”
The Lord is the source of my confidence. I’m walking in victory and praying for a healthy birth here in our home. Preparations have been made; my midwife team is exceptional. I was born at home, and it honestly never crossed my mind to plan our births any other way. James has been in complete agreement since day one as well. It wasn’t until I started sharing my plans with people that I became aware of how rare this actually is, but one thing James and I have found time and time again is that doing uncommon things commonly leads to AMAZING experiences…I pray this birth story inspires others.
God is Good. All the time.
Ciao for now,