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Expectant

March 30, 2019 Maggie Getz
The rare occasion I did both my hair and makeup, hoping baby boy would make his arrival that day!

The rare occasion I did both my hair and makeup, hoping baby boy would make his arrival that day!

Expectant.

This word has been ringing in my ears. I think it’s from the Holy Spirit. As I wait to deliver our baby boy, I am expectant. I expect God will show up. He will be in every detail. He will orchestrate labor in his precise, perfect plan. I expect my birth plan will only go so far because God’s plan is better. He is purposeful and intentional.

He is my rock and my salvation. He is a good, good Father. Provider. Protector. I expect He will cover us in peace and joy. I expect that in my weakness, He will be made strong. I expect my worries and fears will all be for naught because He is in control.

I wrote the above in my journal and then I looked up “expectant,” “expecting,” “expectation” in Strong’s Exhaustive Concordance of the Bible. (This concordance indexes every word of the King James Version of the Bible, like a dictionary but even better. It’s an amazing study resource and I cannot recommend it highly enough.) Upon looking up these words, I was pointed to Jeremiah 29:11, a verse I’ve always loved but never read in the KJV:

“For I know the thoughts that I think toward you, saith the Lord, thoughts of peace, and not of evil, to give you an expected end.”

An expected end. I love how this translation is phrased. God knows how our stories play out, and He’s been planning them from the beginning. He gives us hope and a future. He desires our well-being and to give us the kingdom.

I continued looking at the concordance and landed on Psalm 62:5:

“My soul, wait thou only upon God; for my expectation is from him. He only is my rock and my salvation: he is my defence; I shall not be moved. In God is my salvation and my glory: the rock of my strength, and my refuge, is in God. Trust in him at all times; ye people, pour out your heart before him: God is a refuge for us. Selah.”

God is my rock and salvation. That’s exactly what I had written in my journal before referencing the concordance. God knew what I needed to read, and He gave me the exact word and passage. He is my foundation; I will never face a situation without Him. He is the great I Am.

Expectant.

Charles and I are expectant parents. At 39 weeks 4 days, we are expecting to meet our sweet son any day now. Expecting above all, God’s grace in every moment of our anticipation and beyond.


If you want to talk more about Jesus Christ and faith and what-the-heck-is-all-this-stuff, shoot me a message. I love meeting new people, whether virtually or in person, and gabbing about life. 

And if you'd like to know more of my story, you can read my testimony here.

Truly, He makes beautiful things.

In faith, motherhood Tags pregnancy, pregnant, labor, psalms, jeremiah
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What It's Really Like Being Pregnant After an Eating Disorder

February 20, 2019 Maggie Getz
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This may be the most important and more personal piece I’ve written yet—my story of anorexia recovery and now a healthy pregnancy. Head on over to Health.com to read the full piece.

In motherhood, body image + beauty Tags anorexia, eating disorder, recovery, health, pregnancy, pregnant, health.com
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Reflecting on 24 Weeks of Pregnancy

December 18, 2018 Maggie Getz
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Thank you for all the well wishes, prayers, and congratulations on our baby announcement last month. We are so overjoyed to be expecting a son in the spring and cannot wait to meet this little guy!

A few weeks ago, I asked on my Instagram whether you would be interested in reading a blog post about the realities of pregnancy. And a whopping 100 percent of you said “yes.” (I’m so glad because I was totally going to write about it anyway!)

Pregnancy has been wonderful and miraculous and awe-inspiring, but it has also been hard.

Many days feel like a roller coaster. Yet I never for a second want to complain, and I never want to forget the amazing miracle that this baby is. I have seen second hand the realities of miscarriage, of preterm birth, of babies born too soon. Of infertility and the deep, painful longing for a child in the midst of intense loneliness. I have watched dear friends and family members walk through each of these things. I, too, expected to struggle to get pregnant—I never would have predicted that this would be our story.

Maybe you are reading this, and you desire that child who is not yet in your arms. My heart goes out to you. The Lord hears you and recognizes you. You are not alone. His mercies are new every morning, and his steadfast love never ceases (Lamentations 3:22-23).

If reading about pregnancy in any way is difficult for you, please skip over this post and know I am thinking of you. If you’d like to talk or have a prayer request, please send me a message here.

The week before we found out about the pregnancy, I wrote this on the blog:

I have felt my emotions running the gamut these past few weeks. Anger, frustration, impatience, irritability. I have felt like a hormonal teenager all the time, getting annoyed by the slightest things and allowing a cloud of negativity to hang over my usual sunny self.

Well, now it all makes sense. In the early stages of my pregnancy, I felt crabby, moody, and continually frustrated by little things that normally wouldn’t bother me. Throughout most of my first trimester, I felt excited and joyful about the baby—yet I couldn’t shake the hormonal mood swings. I was up and down; I felt like I was going mad.

The day I took a pregnancy test, I woke up feeling sick to my stomach. I thought I had some sort of stomach bug or maybe food poisoning. It was a Sunday. Charles and I got ready to go to church, and I decided not to eat breakfast like usual. I thought holding off would calm my stomach down. (Spoiler alert: It didn’t.)

As soon as our pastor stood up to preach, I had to rush to the church bathroom, sure I would be sick. Nothing happened. I went out to our car, where I sat with the air conditioning hitting me at full blast. August in Nashville is pretty dang hot, and whatever illness I had was making me even more flushed. Charles came out of the service and drove me home. I looked like a dog with my head out the window during our car ride. We reached a block away from our apartment before I made him slam on the breaks so I could get out of the car and get sick.

At this point, we both still thought I had a stomach bug. Except then the wave of nausea passed, and I was able to eat a light meal. A few hours later, I felt horrible again.

Charles and I looked at each other, having the same thought at the same time.

Could I be… pregnant?

I quickly skedaddled to our nearby grocery store to pick up a pregnancy test.

It was positive.

What does it really mean, though? I’m sure it’s false. I need to take another one.

Cue me driving back to the store to get another test. (Note to self: Next time, buy a pack of tests to have on hand.)

Another positive.

I think after that Charles and I started laughing. Like that soft, excited, is-this-real-life kind of giggle. I still wasn’t convinced I was actually pregnant, but the evidence sitting on the bathroom sink in front of me seemed clear. Times two. We hugged and kissed, and I couldn’t believe how truly happy I felt in that moment.

I never in my life imagined getting pregnant immediately after getting married. In fact, a few years ago, I thought I’d get married in my early 30s, have kids a couple years after that, and just see how things go.

But God slowly changed my heart over the past few years, giving me a stronger desire to be a mom, even though I wasn’t sure what that would look like. I watched as dear friends a few years older than me had their first kids, and my heart melted over and over again holding each one of them.

This has been the year of unexpected expectedness. Of God showing up when I least expected it. Of His faithful steadfastness in the midst of so much change.

These 20-something weeks of pregnancy moved slowly at first and now they are flying by. I felt nauseated and exhausted for the entire first trimester. The mere sight of vegetables was enough to make me gag. And the smell of most meats, except a good beef hamburger, could really set me over the edge. The CrockPot became my enemy. (Just ask my husband—thank you, dear!) I didn’t have much of an appetite. Instead saltines and oyster crackers were my constant companions at work, in the car, and on my nightstand.

As I transitioned into the second trimester, I gained back some of my appetite, although let’s be honest, macaroni and cheese and pizza are still my go-tos. I’ve learned to have grace for myself as I eat way fewer vegetables, exercise a whole lot less, and sleep a lot more. I’m not writing much on this blog or practicing as much yoga or planning as many coffee dates.

My productivity level feels like it’s sunk to a new low—which is when I remind myself I’m actually busy working on the greatest project I’ve ever taken on. My son.

A sweet friend texted me this week:

“He’s already teaching you the selflessness of being a parent… laying down your needs for his.”

And it’s true.

Whenever I feel anxious about not being productive and not “doing enough,” I try to speak that truth over myself. I’m listening to my body and doing exactly what God has called me to do. I’m doing what my baby boy needs me to do.

I feel him kicking me almost every day now. I’ve even seen my belly move up and down as he threw a few punches. He’s getting stronger every week, and we’re predicting he’s going to be quite the athlete. Feeling him inside of me is both crazy and comforting. It doesn’t seem real at times, but I look forward to his little dance every night as I lie in bed.

Pregnancy is difficult. It is uncomfortable. It is overwhelming. There are times when I feel utterly terrified of labor and woefully unprepared to bring a child into this world.

And yet.

I don’t ever question that this is what I was made to do.

Excited. Thankful. Blessed.


If you want to talk more about Jesus Christ and faith and what-the-heck-is-all-this-stuff, shoot me a message. I love meeting new people, whether virtually or in person, and gabbing about life. 

And if you'd like to know more of my story, you can read my testimony here.

Truly, He makes beautiful things.

In motherhood Tags pregnancy, pregnant, baby, lamentations, marriage
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