Sarah Anne I Am

  I’ve had “22” by Taylor Swift stuck in my head today. I’m not much of a Taylor Swift fan, but there is no denying how catchy that song is- like it or not, it sticks.   I also happen to be 22 years of age, which should- in theory- make this song relatable, right? Well, let’s see what Taylor Swift has to say about being 22 and find out. -Dress up like hipsters (So…BE a hipster…because that’s the same thing.) -Make fun of our exes (As opposed to being an adult? Come on, now.) -Breakfast at midnight (This is always a good idea, regardless of age.) -Fall in love with strangers (Always a bad idea, regardless of age.) -Happy, free, confused, and lonely at the same time (I was a walking contradiction like that when I was about seventeen. Now, thank goodness, it only hits on bad days.) -Forget the deadlines (That only causes problems.) -End up dreaming instead of sleeping (It’s fun until your to-do list is still there in the morning and you’re sleep-deprived. Then it’s less fun.) -You

  People keep telling me to enjoy pregnancy while it lasts. I smile, I nod, but what I am really thinking is something more like this:  Sure, I enjoy it as much as I can, but I want a lot of kids. I could be pregnant like EIGHT MORE TIMES. The miracle of life is great, but some of this just sucks, ok?   Because it does. Sometimes pregnancy sucks. I don’t hate being pregnant, but I don’t always love it either. But guess what? I’m not pregnant for pregnancies sake. I haven’t longed for this time for years because I was super excited for killer nausea, having my hips decided to quit mid-step, and packing on weight all summer. Being pregnant is awesome because you get a baby at the end!   The baby is the point. It is a blessing that God does not waste the waiting period that comes before the baby, and so pregnancy- in all it’s challenging glory- has brought with it many opportunities for growth and choosing to glorify God even when things suck. However when it is all said and done, in 6-

Prior to this pregnancy, I would have chosen invisibility as my superpower, had a superpower been offered to me. Now, however, I am rethinking that choice. See, somehow that specific combination of my I-always-knew-as-a-child-I-was-destined-to-be-a-fairy genetics and my husbands I-wish-I-was-a-vulcan genetics has produced a baby with the apparent ability to turn himself invisible. What’s more, his ability is so strong, that he can actually turn ME invisible while he is currently encased in my sore, loving womb. This has been an incredible and eye-opening experience. More specifically, I have learned that being invisible sucks. People run into you all the time. Sometimes with heavy objects, like shopping carts or themselves. I have nearly been hit by a car more times in the past 7 months than the first 21 years of my life. What’s more, I’m actually more careful now- especially around motor vehicles- than I have ever been. While I once ran across six lanes of traffic hoping I was