Pregnancy & A Facebook Exodus

Screenplay writer Norah Ephron (When Harry Met Sally, Sleepless in Seattle) once said, “If pregnancy were a book they would cut the last two chapters.”

That is impeccably true. The 8th month of pregnancy is about as pleasant as having the flu. The 9th month of pregnancy is like having the flu when you’re supposed to be on vacation. I remember thinking the first trimester with its morning sickness was unpleasant. However, gaining 50lbs in water weight, swelling up until you feel like you’re bruised all over, continual joint and muscle pain, and being driven to the level of insanity in which one half seriously considers holding up a maternity ward and demanding an induction and an epidural, is a highly unpleasant experience.

I agree Norah. They would definitely nix these last two chapters!

On the bright side, my due date is August 25. Nine days away. Can I last nine days? Good question. History and science would seem to indicate that yes I can. Millions of tormented women have gone on before me. I pray fervently however, that I will not have to wait that long. The physical discomfort and emotional strain are seriously getting to me.

It is for that reason that I recently deactivated my personal Facebook page. Between stressing over the news and other people’s posts, and my own tendency as an extrovert to over-share, I decided that it would be wise to take a vacation from the world’s largest, buggiest, and most addictive social network. It won’t be a long vacation … just until Elowyn is born and I have some pretty pictures of my baby girl to post (o:

Meanwhile, this verse has become my anthem:

Do you not know?
Have you not heard?
The Lord is the everlasting God,
the Creator of the ends of the earth.
He will not grow tired or weary,
and his understanding no one can fathom.
He gives strength to the weary
and increases the power of the weak.
Even youths grow tired and weary,
and young men stumble and fall;
but those who hope in the Lord
will renew their strength.
They will soar on wings like eagles;
they will run and not grow weary,
they will walk and not be faint.

I hope you have a wonderful week, and that I will be able to share photos of my sweet baby girl, Elowyn, very, very soon!

Love,

Jennifer