The Only Time I'm Involved in Knitting...

Is when someone else is doing it inside of me...
So I've joined this online forum where a bunch of us women who are due in March have all gotten together to chat and share pregnancy together.  Overall it has been a pretty rewarding experience.  I'm seeing many women share what they are going through as far as symptoms, getting to experience a lot of highs of women who have heard that first heartbeat at their first ultrasound, and unfortunately have said good-bye to a lot of women who have lost that baby and left the forum.  It's been a great place to connect.
Today there was a post, though, that just killed me.  I'm trying not to see to judgmental, or to 'holier than thou', but one of the posts was a woman venting that being pregnant kind of freaked her out.  She talked about how weird it was that livers and kidneys and a heart were forming inside of her at this very moment.  I was shocked with how many people agreed with her.  I mean, I consider being able to carry a child, and allow God to knit that child together inside of you, as one of the greatest privileges this side of Heaven, all symptoms aside. 
I don't see livers and kidneys (though, thank God for those, as they'll make the fragile body of my baby function properly and work on it's own), I see ten little fingers and ten little toes, little eyes that will stare up at you someday and little lips that will make a smile.  I see little lungs that will make for a great cry, and a great belly laugh someday. 
Granted, I've had several more 'pregnancy' symptoms this time around, but I'm loving (I really can't say that with enough emphasis) experiencing the miracle that is going on inside of my body.  Psalm 139:13 says, "For you formed my inward parts, you knit me together in my mother's womb."  The way I see it, God is at work in my body, in a visible, believable, and eventually a tangible way.  There's nothing that freaks me out about it. 
I look forward to one day feeling that baby move around my belly, and another day to holding him / her in my arms, liver, kidneys and all.  It all comes together to make a baby... our baby. 
-a