When Your Biggest Dreams Are Others’ Complaints
I have restarted this blog about 10 times now trying to find the most polite and diplomatic way to start this. Honestly, no way that I have typed has worked. So, here I go.
I use to roll my eyes at people that would make posts saying "Please don't complain about X, because there are people that would love to be in your shoes." I always thought that these people needed to get a grip and just move on. It wasn't until this last year that I completely understand their position and why they feel that way.
In the last year, it seems like my social media feed has been filled with women announcing pregnancy, having a baby, or showcasing their pregnancy. Before I proceed, let me be very clear: I am 100% happy for these women. Looking at their faces and how thrilled they are brings me such great joy for them! Some of these women I know well, some I don't. But I would love to hug and congratulate each one in person if I could. I look forward to seeing their shower pictures, maternity photos, and newborn pictures. I really do enjoy seeing it all.
I would be lying if I said it wasn't hard. Sometimes it doesn't phase me. Other times I break down and scream at God because I don't understand why it seems to be so easy for some to get pregnant, but not me. What I have the hardest time with is seeing some of these women complain.
I don't know first-hand, but I do know that pregnancy is hard. And yes, these women have every right to complain. And I guess in a sense, I do too. For a year now, I have tried more prescription drugs and vitamins than I ever thought I would take. I've peed on more sticks than most people pee on in their lives. I sat in a waiting room more in this last year than I have in the last five years. I've probably come close to crying a river, and then could have used the pill bottles to build a bridge to get over it. I've thanked God for this time of waiting with a smile on my face. And by the end of my prayer session, I'm yelling at God with every ounce of my being. I've had my blood drawn so much I could have probably provided enough blood to a small country. And yet, I still plan on doing all of this 100 times over.
But when I see women complain about being pregnant, it really breaks my heart. I would gladly be throwing up my guts from morning sickness. People calling me fat or asking if I'm having twins? That honestly sounds like a compliment to me. Bed rest- I'll take it with a smile on my face. Swollen feet sound amazing! Being tired and hungry and having back pain are some of the biggest joys that I beg God for me to experience! Trust me, if I could be going through it all, I would do so with a smile and a praise.
I have PCOS. I have fertility issues. Getting pregnant is one of the hardest things I've ever gone through or attempted to do. Honestly, as hard as I am praying, it looks like we are far from over. And sadly, I have it "good" compared to so many others I've talked to and learned about. I can't even imagine waiting 5, 10, or 15 years to get pregnant.
But I'm not writing this to tell pregnant women not to complain. I'm not that kind of person. You have a human growing inside of you, therefore you have every right to complain. Just know that your complaints sound like heaven to so many of us. Please know that I'm praying for you that you and your baby are happy and healthy.
For so many of you that are struggling to get pregnant, please know that I'm praying for you and your future babies. I am crying, screaming, yelling, and praying for you and for me. For those of you that have been on this road for a long time, you're my hero. I don't know how you continue to not give up hope. If I have to be in your shoes, I hope I'm as strong as you.
But this is for everyone out there that would gladly be living the complaints of others. Please know you're not alone. I hear you. We hear you. It's okay to question God and ask why. It's okay to feel angry and hurt and upset. If you didn't, you probably wouldn't be that passionate about it. All I ask is that when it's your turn, you take those complaints gladly and joyfully.
"...Weeping may tarry for the night, but joy comes with the morning." Psalms 30:5
I use to roll my eyes at people that would make posts saying "Please don't complain about X, because there are people that would love to be in your shoes." I always thought that these people needed to get a grip and just move on. It wasn't until this last year that I completely understand their position and why they feel that way.
In the last year, it seems like my social media feed has been filled with women announcing pregnancy, having a baby, or showcasing their pregnancy. Before I proceed, let me be very clear: I am 100% happy for these women. Looking at their faces and how thrilled they are brings me such great joy for them! Some of these women I know well, some I don't. But I would love to hug and congratulate each one in person if I could. I look forward to seeing their shower pictures, maternity photos, and newborn pictures. I really do enjoy seeing it all.
I would be lying if I said it wasn't hard. Sometimes it doesn't phase me. Other times I break down and scream at God because I don't understand why it seems to be so easy for some to get pregnant, but not me. What I have the hardest time with is seeing some of these women complain.
I don't know first-hand, but I do know that pregnancy is hard. And yes, these women have every right to complain. And I guess in a sense, I do too. For a year now, I have tried more prescription drugs and vitamins than I ever thought I would take. I've peed on more sticks than most people pee on in their lives. I sat in a waiting room more in this last year than I have in the last five years. I've probably come close to crying a river, and then could have used the pill bottles to build a bridge to get over it. I've thanked God for this time of waiting with a smile on my face. And by the end of my prayer session, I'm yelling at God with every ounce of my being. I've had my blood drawn so much I could have probably provided enough blood to a small country. And yet, I still plan on doing all of this 100 times over.
But when I see women complain about being pregnant, it really breaks my heart. I would gladly be throwing up my guts from morning sickness. People calling me fat or asking if I'm having twins? That honestly sounds like a compliment to me. Bed rest- I'll take it with a smile on my face. Swollen feet sound amazing! Being tired and hungry and having back pain are some of the biggest joys that I beg God for me to experience! Trust me, if I could be going through it all, I would do so with a smile and a praise.
I have PCOS. I have fertility issues. Getting pregnant is one of the hardest things I've ever gone through or attempted to do. Honestly, as hard as I am praying, it looks like we are far from over. And sadly, I have it "good" compared to so many others I've talked to and learned about. I can't even imagine waiting 5, 10, or 15 years to get pregnant.
For so many of you that are struggling to get pregnant, please know that I'm praying for you and your future babies. I am crying, screaming, yelling, and praying for you and for me. For those of you that have been on this road for a long time, you're my hero. I don't know how you continue to not give up hope. If I have to be in your shoes, I hope I'm as strong as you.
But this is for everyone out there that would gladly be living the complaints of others. Please know you're not alone. I hear you. We hear you. It's okay to question God and ask why. It's okay to feel angry and hurt and upset. If you didn't, you probably wouldn't be that passionate about it. All I ask is that when it's your turn, you take those complaints gladly and joyfully.
"...Weeping may tarry for the night, but joy comes with the morning." Psalms 30:5
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