Sunday, January 24, 2010
All of my life I have wanted to be different. I enjoyed being the exception to the rule. I seemed to always find myself in extraordinary situations. There was that time my car was flipped over in the streets of the Seattle during the Mardi Gras riots. And that time I was the only one left in the room who passed the Foreign Service exam. Or how about when they cast me on that reality TV show? Responsible for the companies sudden blogging policy? Fired for the content of a short story? Pregnant without even trying?
I once relished the idea that I was special. Different. I proudly call myself a Pop Culture Casualty. But suddenly, I just want to be like everyone else.
I touch my belly and hope she moves. I think about all those teenage girls in the Midwest that pop out babies without even knowing they are pregnant. So many healthy babies are born every day. I’ve been so blessed to come from a family that had little to no complications with a full-term pregnancy. I bow my head, and I pray. Thankfully, she rolls her little toes across my fingers and I breathe out.
Please Lord, I don’t want to be different. I want to be a worker amongst workers, a woman amongst women. Please let this pregnancy go well and this baby be born healthy. For once Lord, don’t let me special.