When I announced I was pregnant the first time, everyone was overjoyed.
When I announced I was pregnant the fourth time, everyone thought I was insane.
The first time, when I craved pickles and ice cream, my husband ran to the store.
This time, when I ask for spicy hummus and pita, he tells me it will pass.
The first time, everyday was an exciting new adventure.
This time, I am counting down the days.
The first time, I could not wait to get the bump so I could wear the clothes.
This time, the bump could not wait for me. (I was showing at week two!)
The first time, being pregnant was my job.
This time, it is interfering with my many other jobs.
The first time, when I was tired, I took a nap.
This time, when I am tired, I still have to keep up with three other kids.
The first time, taking my yoga class for pregnant moms, I was now officially part of the club.
This time, spending time with 15 other hormonal woman sounds horrifying.
The first time, the pregnancy was a marvel.
This time, I am taking it for granted.
The first time, I saw the our son Emet, it was a miracle.
This time, god willing, when I see the baby, it will remind me that miracles are still possible.
|Rabbi Sherre Z. Hirsch, mother of three, is only the 60th woman ordained in the Conservative movement. She currently serves as spiritual consultant for the world-renowned Canyon Ranch. Hirsch authored "We Plan, God Laughs: 10 Steps to Finding Your Divine Path When Life Is Not Turning Out Like You Wanted." She holds two master's degrees and received her BA from Northwestern.|