There are a lot of sinners in the Bible, and I have a lot in common with them. Since I share in their human condition, I share in their stupidity, suffering, and saving grace as well. In some instances, I’ve walked in their very shoes. I never in a million years, however, would’ve thought I’d have the opportunity to know what Jacob felt like after working 7 years for something and then waking up one morning knowing you’d have to do it all over again. (If you missed that week in Sunday School, it’s in Genesis 29.)

I can’t let the Baby Journal pine away here without telling you about The Dream.

The night before the due date (which we’ve already discussed has come and gone), I took a Phenergan so that I could get ready for the big day (that never happened, remember). I couldn’t face the big day exhausted and nauseous, so I figured it was a good move. Phenergan was my first-trimester savior, but I try to go au natural when I can. The side effect is a deep sleep. I’m not sure if it really takes away the nausea or just knocks you out so you can’t feel it, but regardless, you sleep well.

So, I dreamt that I was newly pregnant again. Upon hearing the news, I informed the informer that I’d sadly miscarry the baby because I was about to deliver this one. “Oh no you won’t,” she replied–and here’s the kicker– “You just start all over again tomorrow.”

I waved the white flag of surrender and plopped my head back down on the pillow. Have mercy.