When I’m asked “How are you feeling?” I answer, “pregnant.” I mean it to be funny, but I think it might come off sounding complaining and whiney. If so, I’m sorry. Children are a blessing, and that means pregnancy – even the so-big-I-can’t-do-anything-comfortably stage – is a blessing. Even the pain in child birth is a blessing, because it is the result of the curse and so points us to the awesome mercy and grace of the cross of Christ. Pregnancy is not oppression.
I only bring this up because I was reading a book a few nights ago that completely disgusted me. I VERY rarely get so disgusted or bored with a book that I quit reading it, but I couldn’t stomach this book for another page! It was about a collection of women who come together to protest the closing of a garden – or at least, that’s what the back of the book promised. I didn’t get that far.
What I noticed very quickly was that there wasn’t a single positive male character represented. All of the husbands/fathers/boyfriends were at best disinterested and at worst abusive. To make matters worse, the women were weak and completely unappealing.
But the reason I stopped reading the book was because of one specific character. She had made the decision to leave a lucrative career to become a stay at home mother. The book introduces her as the mother of an almost two year old girl, and 38 weeks pregnant with a son. (sound like any blogger you know?) Motherhood has changed her from a shrewd and talented business woman into a soap opera watching, gossip magazine reading, bored housewife who yearns for her white minimalist apartment and maid service. All of the other characters are fighting some sort of insurmountable challenge. For this character, her insurmountable challenge was motherhood and pregnancy.
I just couldn’t read any more.
I might be uncomfortable, hot and puffy but I am NOT a reluctant victim of domestic oppression. I am blessed beyond measure and unfathomably treasured by a righteous, holy, sovereign God, who has chosen to give me more than I had hoped to ask for. Next time I’m asked how I’m feeling, I’m going to try to say that – or something like it.
How am I feeling? Blessed.