Preventing Grace
It hasn’t really sunk in that we’re going to have a sixth baby in a bit. Besides initially forgetting to call the doctor and then almost forgetting to go, we’ve been flying along at such a chaotic pace that I haven’t given it any real thought.
‘So, you’re half way there’ said my doctor this last Tuesday.
‘Really? Are you sure,’ I said, ‘it can’t be as bad as that.’
And also, I had my due date marked on my calendar, just circled actually, with no explanation or anything. ‘Why is that circled?’ I inquired of myself and other others. That’s not a quarterly report date, nor Ash Wednesday, nor any grading period. What is it!?
But yesterday, as I stood leading the Nicaean Creed, it did occur to me that I was, in fact, more pregnant even than last week. And last week, after the creed, I knelt for the Confession, along with everyone else, and felt myself turning vaguely green and very light headed. So yesterday I stood for the confession, which felt really prideful and wrong. Its like standing for the Prayer of Humble Access, which I also did (stand, I mean)–so impious.
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