Exhausted, Edgy and Emo...

Can I please get an amen from past, current or present prego-mamas?!
Or I betcha I could get an amen from my Will, the loudest.

Despite not having many of my finer, Spirit-filled moments in the most recent future, I am sitting (mostly on the couch) daily right now, in awe of the wonder going on inside me.

So, if you were wondering how I was feeling (the seeming question of the hour for pregnant mamas), there's the report, which is also nothing short of a PRAYER REQUEST for my poor husband mostly! I do figure it a privilege to lay down these discomforts at the cross of Christ, in gratitude for what I get house inside me right now.

Just a few words the Lord spoke deep to my E.E.E. heart the other morning from Isaiah 40...""COMFORT, yes, comfort My people!" ...He will feed His flock like a shepherd; He will gather the lambs with His arm, And carry them in His bosom, And gently lead those who are with young...Have you not known? Have you not heard? The everlasting God, the LORD,
The Creator of the ends of the earth, Neither faints nor is weary. His understanding is unsearchable. He gives power to the weak, And to those who have no might He increases strength. Even the youths shall faint and be weary, And the young men shall utterly fall,

But those who wait on the LORD Shall renew their strength; They shall mount up with wings like eagles, They shall run and not be weary, They shall walk and not faint."

The word on the pregnancy street is that our babe is the size of a lentil bean right now, and Baby I's nose, mouth, ears, eyes, pituitary glands, brains, muscles, bones and intestines are forming this week too (no wonder there's a wee bit of exhuastion going on.)

So here's to our wee lentil bean...