By Christine Hung
For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother’s womb. I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well.
I have to be honest. I don’t love being pregnant. The pregnancy glow, thick shiny hair, long healthy nails – I could do without any of these perks. Some women love it, but I would be the first in line to have my baby delivered by a stork in 9 months’ time. I suppose I need to trust in the mysterious ways of the Lord!
One of the few highlights of my pregnancy, however, is the weekly updates I receive from the internet detailing the going-ons of my unborn child’s growth. I look forward to Friday mornings to read what new milestones have been reached during that particular week of pregnancy. It’s truly fascinating. For example, at 31 weeks, this little boy in my womb is now the size of a coconut, can now turn his head side to side, and presently growing his itty bitty fingernails and toenails. How about that!