It's funny (well not "funny" really, but you know what I mean) how something like being pregnant can take your faith and shake it all around. I mean, flip it upside-down and leave your head spinning.
Let's go back in time to before Bill and I found out the amazing news. I really was slowly and gradually walking up the steep mountain of learning about the wonderful Lord (I imagine the Price is Right Cliff Hanger, mountain climber game) and His merciful ways. Sure there were downs and slower times, but it was a nice, gentle, gradual climb up. I loved learning about Him, reading about His mercies...finding convictions in myself, changing, being molded more and more like Him. So I went from that to turning off the road and jumping face first off the cliff, plummeting to my demise.
You see before Baby Main things were pretty normal and steady for us. Super steady. We knew how much money was coming in each month, how much was going out, no doubt about how long we'd be able to afford where we lived. We knew what our weeks looked like, what our weekends would most likely entail, what my days consisted of, etc. We've lived like this for about 4 solid years now. In all honesty, we got comfy.
Insert baby in belly.