I think I would like it if the baby decided to arrive early. Is that stating the obvious? Does every woman feel this way in the last month of pregnancy (12 days before her due date, to be more specific)? It’s not rational. I possess ample experience-based understanding of the intense workload that awaits me following this new person’s birth (not to mention the intense “workload” of labor and delivery). I do enjoy sleep and clean clothes and leisure time, and yet, by now, I’m willing to trade—to exchange my ever-expanding girth and increasing physical and psychological discomforts for the countless inconveniences caused by a demanding infant. A beautiful baby. A miraculous creature to care for, marvel over, love.
Before Birth: A Waiting Prayer
“Here, Lord,
We await your gift of life.
Grown in secret
Now in ripeness
Full fruited
Ready to be received.
Lord, we long for our child,
Borne out of covenant love,
Nurtured in love, hope, forgiveness,
Received as gift, blessing, joy.
Release in her abundant grace,
Enjoyment of all that earth affords,
Gentleness to those whose way has been hard,
Patience, kindliness and faith.
We receive, nurture and set free your gift,
Not only our child, but yours,
Yours to enjoy and delight in,
Ours to marvel at your generosity.
Lord of all the living
God of the uncreated and yet to be
Create in us community
As we await your gift.”
—Barrowby
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