I had everything to do and so little time to do them. But secretly, I didn’t mind because deep down, I desired to hide behind my schedule as the reason why I couldn’t spend time in God’s Presence (or rather in the awareness of His Presence). Anytime I did squeeze my devotional somewhere in the day, I dreaded it and mainly did it out of obligation.
Although I could still feel the contractions and feel the baby pressing down against my back, it was still much better.
At one point during a contraction, I gripped the insides of Evan’s arms so tightly that I thought I penetrated his skin with the grip of my nails.
I thought laying down was a difficult position to be in when enduring a contraction, but doing so in a moving car proved much more trying