I started feeling feverish. I would come home tired with pains in my body. All I wanted was to stay underneath the duvet and sleep. There was no desire to eat , but I forced myself to eat.
Femi spoke to his mum about this and she advised that I go see the Doctor. I went and she (doctor) ran some tests. All the tests came out good except one.
It came out better- Pregnancy test. I was pregnant!!
Some weeks before I went to the doctor’s, when Femi and I decided we were ready to have children, I remembered going to God in prayer and said some things to Him.
I said Lord, “I am ready to start having children. All through the nine months, I want to enjoy supernatural strength, no nausea, I don’t want to be sick. I want a smooth ride all through.”
The beginning of the journey
So, the “Pregnancy” journey began.
The first three months were great, except for the fact that I slept a lot. The not so interesting part was sleeping off while praying. I would sleep off, wake up, continue with my prayer, sleep off, wake up, continue with my prayer hahahaha! This cycle continued for a while.
Also, I became so sensitive to smell such that I had to quit my job because I couldn’t bear the way the school smelt. Each time at work, I felt like throwing up, I wasn’t comfortable; so, I had to let go.
I felt that wasn’t a good decision-leaving my job because I couldn’t bear the smell. If I wasn’t pregnant, the smell in itself wasn’t bad, but I couldn’t bear it.
What do you think I could have done? Stayed back, and found a way around the “smell”, or I should have left?
My pregnancy declarations
The months went by not so fast. I had declarations/confessions that I took daily. Because of my knowledge of the bible, I knew what God said (His promises) about pregnancy, delivery and children.
So, I put those words together and started declaring them in faith.
2 Corinthian 4:13 says “We have the same spirit of faith that is described in the scriptures when it says, ‘First I believed, then I spoke in faith.’ So, we also first believe then speak in faith.” TPT.
I believed (still do) God’s word/promises about me, about every phase of my life because the thoughts He thinks about me are good and beautiful thoughts. As a result, I acted on 2 Corinthians 4:13, I declare those words.
You might ask; must I declare those words for them to happen in my life?
Mark 11:23 says; (this was Jesus speaking) “Listen to the truth I speak to you: if someone says to this mountain with great faith and having no doubt, “Mountain, be lifted up and thrown into the midst of the sea, ‘and believes that what he says will happen, it will be done.”
This right here, is the reason we have to say what we believe, because what we say is what will happen in our lives. So, say what you want to see.
I declared God’s word about my baby’s spirit, soul and body.
One of the things I declared about his body (amongst other things), was “My son is beautiful, he is handsome.”
As much as I made a lot of declarations of God’s word about his spirit and soul, I also wanted him to be a handsome boy.
Yes!! Hahahahaha! And he is handsome. Whatever, you desire, just say it to God dear. He is your Father.
The last phase of pregnancy
The pregnancy was a walk in the park for me. I enjoyed so much strength, I got what I asked God for.
By the eight, ninth month, I started feeling like I was pregnant for real. Hahahaha! My bump was so big I started feeling the weight. It was like an extra load attached to me.
When it’s time to sleep, I used all the pillows we had to support different parts of my body. It was funny and it wasn’t funny really.
Funny because before now, I slept with one pillow, and now I sleep with six to seven pillows tucked at different angles of my body just so that I would be comfortable.
Not funny because, each time I change my sleeping position, maybe from my right side to my left side, I had to start the process of tucking in pillows at different angles of my body again.
At this point, I was done!
All I wanted was the baby to pop out, I wanted my life back. I guessed the baby heard me and he decided to come out.
So, I was in the kitchen, fixing dinner, and I felt the need to go use the bathroom and I went to use the bathroom.
The “me” that went to the bathroom wasn’t the “me” that came out. In a blink of an eye, the story changed…