It’s a common theme to use pregnancy as a metaphor for Advent. They are both full of hope and joyful anticipation.
But pregnancy is also damned uncomfortable.
Inconvenient. You give up stuff you like, like coffee and wine. You give up sleep many nights. You give up your body. You complain a lot but they are sacrifices you are willing to make for the child.
I don’t hear that side of it when pregnancy is spoken of during Advent. It’s kind of a romanticized version of pregnancy.
Nobody ever mentions the danger of pregnancy during Advent.
The fear. The fear that it won’t turn out well. Because it doesn’t always turn out well.
What are the dangerous and uncomfortable aspects of Advent we could lift up during this time?