No longer my own

Tomorrow, I will be 19 weeks--almost halfway there! The last week or so I've realized that my body is no longer my own. Gone are the nights where I sleep on my stomach and back. Instead they are replaced with sleeping on my sides because that is what is best for the baby and me. Gone are the nights where I sleep the whole night through. They are replaced with visits to the bathroom and gentle flutters from my little "flutterfly." Gone are the meals where I eat whatever I want and how much I want. Instead, I am making healthier choices for me and the baby, so he gets all the nutrients that he needs and so I don't get heartburn.

Even though I've had to make some changes in my life, I can say it is all worth it. I don't mind making the sacrifices to do what is right for Josiah. If Jesus was willing to sacrifice his life so we can have abundant life, then I can sacrifice a few months of changes so Josiah can have a chance to start life healthy. As I've written that thought, I've realized that the sacrifices aren't going to stop after he is born, but I'm more than ready to make those sacrifices. I'm ready because for the longest time I've desired to be a mom and to fulfill the calling God has given me.

"I therefore, a prisoner for the Lord, urge you to walk in a manner worthy of the calling to which you have been called." --Ephesians 4:1