The Quiet Beauty of Carrying My Husband’s Child
A heritage from the Lord
There is something beautiful about being pregnant with your husband’s child.
I couldn’t put my finger on it, but I kept on thinking about this over and over again—the idea that I was pregnant with my husband’s child and how proud of that I was.
I have this thing where I think about the intricacies of life very frequently and how I got to where I currently am.
Isn’t it odd how you can be so close to someone who used to be a complete stranger? And then this person promises to be in your life until you die, and you him. And then you carry someone that he will do anything to protect, provide, and care for. How special is that?
It’s beautiful, really. The idea that God allows us to be apart of the creation process, and how we can became pregnant with the child of someone we adore.
My baby was born looking like both of us. I see his nose, my skin, his dimples, and my hair. This is my husband’s child (mine too of course), but something about her being the man I love’s child and I being the woman he chose to have her with…There’s honor to that.
The fact of the matter is that my husband is blessed for having this child.
Scripture says so:
Behold, children are a heritage from the Lord, the fruit of the womb a reward.
Like arrows in the hand of a warrior are the children of one’s youth.
Blessed is the man who fills his quiver with them!
He shall not be put to shame when he speaks with his enemies in the gate. Proverbs 127:3-5
The Word compares our child with an arrow in the hand of a warrior and says that my husband is blessed for having her.
To carry the child of a blessed man that I became one flesh with, who I vowed to live the rest of my days respecting, submitting to, and loving. To feel her growing in my womb and kicking me as we both lay our hands on my belly, knowing she is the result of our sacred covenant before God.
It fills me with an immense amount of gratitude.
And when I look into her beautiful face, it reminds me that God knitted together her soul because two became one. I see the man I love reflected back at me in the smallest details.
To give birth to the child of the man that God joined me to is an honor that I don’t take lightly. I was chosen to be his wife and we were chosen to be her parents. And that will always feel sacred to me.
I kept saying to my husband "I know we have so much love to give why would we say no to another baby..." when I told him that I wanted to go for baby #3 .
But this, how you explained it... Your words make so much sense to me... And this is how I truly feel but I couldn't find the right words. Thank you!
May God bless you and your family. 🤍
(We are praying that God will blessed us with baby#3)
This post is so beautiful. It makes me look forward to the day when I will carry my husband's children.