Making Room

So, as earlier discussed, my sister-in-law(SIL) is pregnant with her 2nd baby. A few months back, they started talking about needing to make room in their house for their oldest to have his big boy room, so the new one could take over the nursery. The original plan was to store all their un-needed furniture in Chattanooga, where grandaddy M lives. Well, something happened with that plan, and Regan and I decided that, since we were blessed with the space, they could store all their furniture in our basement. When the decision was made, it was simple, we have the room, let's help them out.

Then moving day came.

I was heading home from my acupuncture appointment and talking to Regan who was on his way to help brother-in-law (BIL) pack up the cars and bring their stuff to our house. That is when the change occurred.

It was very subtle, I honestly didn't even see the change happen. I did however, see the results. Mean, irritable, sad.

Then it hit me. I started to think about why I was feeling this way while I fervently worked on dinner. We were making room for someone else's baby. I want to be making preparations for my own baby, instead, we are making room for SIL's baby #2.

It is those times that you realize the depth of what is going on. It isn't just the multiple baby announcements at work, the bellies everywhere, or the newborns. It is in the simple things, like moving a bed into our basement. The bed represents so much more, it represents what I so deeply long for, and the realization that there is no need to make room for that in our life right now. It represents the guest room that is waiting upstairs and is empty.

After admitting that these feelings were bothering me, and apologizing for how I reacted. I felt much better.

The learning process of this life in waiting continues.

Patiently Praying for Baby Ellis-

Much Love-
Al