Weíre only three
months into this whole pregnancy thing. In some ways, it still
doesnít feel real. I mean, Gabby doesnít really look all that
pregnant. In addition, we are reading a few of these books that
talk about how your new little zygote/embryo/fetus is growing. All
of the pictures look like something from a bad 80ís horror movie.
The little guy has a tail, heís swimming in some fluid that I donít
ever need to see, and his eyes are on the sides of his head. I half
expect Gabbyís belly to open up one night and this crazy kid will
come out like the most terrifying scene from ďAlienĒ
At the same time,
itís a total miracle. How in the world do all of these little cells
know what to become? One becomes a hand, another becomes a nose,
still another becomes a elbow or foot. It all falls into place.
Itís far too elegant to be happenstance. Any doubts I may have had
about Godís power crumble beneath the weight of this tiny being
whose heartbeat I see on a monitor just 6 weeks into life. I am
humbled by the incredible miracle that is creation.
The amazing thing
is that God trusts me with this little being. I have no training in
this field!? I mean, I had to go to college for four years for a
company to be able to trust me with a pager! Now Iím gonnaí be
responsible for shaping a human life armed with only a Diaper Genie
and a few episodes of Super Nanny! It can be a bit overwhelming.
Oh well, as Mother Teresa says, ďI know God wonít give me anything I
canít handle. I just wish He didnít trust me so much.Ē