No, not really. I just thought that was a catchy title.
We have more books than we have space to put them, so last week, I decided to sort through some of them and cull out those with which I could bear to part. I came across several books on pregnancy that, unfortunately, I won’t be in need of again so I set them aside to pass along.
A wave of nostalgia washed over me, so I sat down and thumbed through one. The chapter that described the changes that happen to the female body during pregnancy caught my attention, perhaps because “someone” had highlighted almost every word. As I read along, I was rapt once again, just like I had never read this information before.
Even though I’ve been through a pregnancy and understand the basic process of gestation, the idea that another human being was formed perfect and whole from the makings of my own sorry body is still astonishing to me. Astonishing!
It’s even more astonishing to think that the egg that became Sean was in me, among a million others, before I was even born. I never can quite wrap my mind around that, to think that he’s always been with me in some way. I suspect that if he was with me before my life began, then at some point he will be with me after this life as well. That is my hope anyway and my faith in the promises of Jesus sustain that hope.
I noticed that in one section I had underlined a paragraph that described how prior to conception my uterus was the size of a walnut, before eventually growing to be the size of a watermelon to accommodate the baby. And then after birth, at some point, it returned to its original walnut size.
The book did not mention that before conception, my heart was also the size of a walnut – an old hard black walnut that even the squirrels wouldn’t have. During my pregnancy, it grew to be the size of a watermelon.
It has not returned to its original size.