Seeing as how pregnancy has reduced my life to mainly eating and sleeping these days, my new writing strategy is to divert all remaining energy to my memoir (which means, sadly, fewer, shorter blog posts). Nothing like a taskmaster baby to put a deadline on your project!
Now that I have T minus seven months until D-Day (delivery!), I feel a new urgency to finish what I’ve started. But this is good. I know how demoralizing working on a never-ending book can be, because that process describes my last literary effort. I don’t want to drag out the current project indefinitely, because the feeling that it could go on forever is deadly to my motivation.
If I seem callous toward the new life growing inside me (because I don’t seem to be thinking much about it), please excuse me. It’s just that
- I have a hard time yet believing there’s really a baby in there, and
- I think I’m doing us all a favor—baby, hubby, and me—by getting this book out of my bones before baby comes.
Not everyone will understand that, but some of you will. I’ve had the dream of book-making for over fifteen years, but the dream of baby-making? Not more than a year. No kidding. The idea of a baby is a brand new concept to me, almost as new as the actual baby (embryo?) inside me. So I am slowly, let me stress slowly, getting used to it all.
Meanwhile, I am doing all I can manage per day–from 2 to 7 hours so far–to clear room for baby in my brain—by getting out all the ideas and emotions I’ve been trying to deliver for half my life. It’s an exciting, blessed time.
The one thing I can say with certainty about this baby-making thing is that it’s giving me less stress than have most other monumental events in my lifetime. You know…marriage, beginning a career, moving, starting up a ministry. What is the difference? To me, one is a spontaneous process, one that nature guides with or without my efforts (ahem, well, after the initial ball is rolling). But the other events all depended on my active, ongoing involvement to keep moving forward.
This baby? It’s growing whether or not I’m thinking about it, whether or not I’m working on a nursery (not even started), or whether or not I’m buying baby clothes (not even a stitch). I realize that once baby is here, he or she will require my undivided attention. Then it will really depend on me to keep it alive. Then my life will change dramatically. Obviously.
For now, though? I am enjoying God’s gifts to me—time to sit back and marvel at how His miracles don’t require any work on my part (there’s a peace in realizing that)—and time to work on creating my other (brain) child. What a blessed mom-to-be I am!
The wonderfulness of motherhood came to me late. I decided one day I wanted to be a mother and easily got pregnant. What came as a shock was how deeply this decision changed my entire self. I have never loved so much. I have never sacrificed so much. Your journey has just started, my WordPress friend. Enjoy it.
Thank you so much for relating a bit of your experience to me! I’m sure I have no idea what I’m in for, but I am looking forward to it!
Yes, by all means, get the book done first!! So happy for you, Lindsey!
Thank you, thank you. It is a race against time right now, but it’s a heady experience, and I’m enjoying it!
Keep us posted!!