My mind is finding it difficult to grasp that it's already the last day of February. Saying that it is March (tomorrow) changes my perception of how long we have of "life as usual" before life is shaken up by the arrival of a new baby.
I'm not complaining, by any means! My mind, however, can't fathom what that will mean or what it will look like. So, mostly, I don't think much about it.
We have friends whose lives were changed this week when a one month old foster baby arrived at their house with very little notice. I've been encouraged to watch them joyfully and excitedly accept this little girl and the responsibilities that accompany taking care of an infant. Even though I have so much more time to prepare, it is the heart attitude that really makes the difference.
At this point (32 weeks), I still prefer being pregnant to the thought of taking care of a newborn. Labor sounds painful. Nursing sounds painful. Sleep seems too precious. Life already feels hectic enough, with enough laundry and enough mouths to feed and enough little people who all need me.
Thank goodness that pregnancy becomes more and more uncomfortable! As it becomes more difficult to tie my shoes and bend over to pick up toys from the floor, as I toss and turn and hope for a comfortable position in bed, as I visit the restroom constantly, as I feel stifled with a child on my lap. . . my heart grows to anticipate the new one, to embrace the changes from expecting to holding. It's an amazing heart work the Lord does.