Ready is such a funny term. It insinuates that we have some kind of control over things. I mean, I suppose to some extent we do have some control over life, even creating it. We can use a variety of birth control methods. We can abstain. We can simply do nothing at all and wait for "the right time."
But then, when you decide you're ready, life makes you wait.
So now I am at that crucial point of submission... to life, to my aging ovaries, and to the Lord himself. I bet he thought it was real funny when I decided I was "ready" to have a baby. I bet he was chuckling to himself, "silly girl, when will you learn?"
That special and unnerving time between conception and realization that a baby is (or isn't) on the way...
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