As my belly has grown larger and my pregnant days continue to tick off, gravity seems to be my worst enemy.
Everything seems heavier. I have never been so conscious of the natural phenomenon that attracts my body to the center of the earth as when I am pregnant. I have never been more aware of my mass. I stand up and I feel the pressure. I turn around in bed and I feel the pull. The pain I feel can usually be completely attributed to this gravitational power. I am constantly aware of this force acting upon me.
Somehow gravity isn’t always physical. As the earth continues to pull my body towards its center at an increasing rate, so too do I feel weight piling on top of me. Sometimes it feels overwhelming. Other times it is exhausting. And sometimes it is smothering. The realities of life compiled with the guilt of motherhood and the tasks that fill up my day sometimes just feel like too much, especially as my body is calling me to slow down and prepare for birth.
Lately, I have been feeling the effects of gravity. And gravity has been too strong.
But there are stronger forces than gravity.
The force of a family who play with my son while I sit and listen to him laugh; who take me out of the exhausting routine of my normal life and give me a moment to do something else, to talk with someone else.
The force of a husband who patiently watches our son while I leave the house to get my toes done or to grab a coffee; who makes lunch after I get home from a walk and cleans up afterwards.
Such simple blessings. Things that aren’t on any to-do list. But these things refresh me. They renew me. They lift the weight of gravity from my shoulders, and somehow, even with everything still on my plate, I feel lighter.
I feel lighter.