Patiently Waiting: Maternity Clothes are Overrated...

Thursday, April 22, 2010

Maternity Clothes are Overrated...

...I want my sweats or yoga pants! I remember slipping on a pair of maternity pants for the first time towards the end of my first trimester. Ahh, they felt so good, I swore I would wear them beyond pregnancy. Why not? Who doesn't want to wear a cute pair of jean with no snaps or buttons?! Well, I've come to the decision that when this pregnancy is over, I will retire the maternity pants for the time being (I may still hold on to the tops). The end of the first trimester, and throughout the second trimester, maternity pants are great. But now that I am nearly in the last two months of pregnancy, all I want to wear is a pair os sweat pants or my favorite yoga capris. I am done with the thick 3in. elastic band around my waste that after sitting for awhile simply feels like it is adding so much more pressure to my abdomen (I don't need any more pressure). Plus, the wonderful stretch elastic that covers your whole belly...their convenient for hiding any exposed butt crack, but between that and an tank top (to help cover the ladies a little more in the work place) I get so over heated I end up wearing the elestaic around my waist anyway. Hmmm, I wonder what my boss would say if I alternated two pants everyday, one day sweats, one day yoga capris. Ahh, that sounds so welcoming!

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Patience

When I was growing up, God always seemed to find ways in which He was trying to teach me patience. Just when I think I had mastered the virtue I toppled down hill back to wondering, "I thought I'd figured out patience a long time ago." I guess not, because patience is something that I long to have, yet always seem to be striving for. I think it's His way of making sure I don't forget Him, pretty good strategy if you ask me.

Patience continues to be a virture I strive towards, ultimately knowing I will never fully attain it, but that I will be exposed to pieces of it. My patience continues to be tested, more specifically over the past year or so, wondering, praying, when is it my turn, will it ever be my turn to be a parent. Most recently I struggled with this question. On October 21, 2009 I was flying to Spokane to spend time with my family when I journaled about my wanting to be a parent and trying to avoid the idea that my time is not always His timing. After just over a year of trying to conceive, patience seems to become blinded by frustration, saddness and even a little anger. I expressed these feeling in my journal, yet still found the voice inside of me to be patient. The next morning after dropping my nephew off at daycare, my patience was rewarded. Not just one, but two pregnancy tests came back with a + sign. I was ellated, and thosands of miles and an entire week away from my husband.

I like to express myself through writing and words so I've decided to write my thoughts down and share them with other. This blog is primarily for me, to share my journey through pregnancy, that I ohh so patiently waited and prayed for.