Forty weeks came & went. I’m not surprised, I was late with my first two babies as well.
I am taking this time to embrace the wonder of it all.
When I got married, I thought, “I want to have lots of children. Will I be able to have children?”
Then I got pregnant.
Then I wondered, “Will this baby be healthy? Will it be a boy or a girl? Will she/he look like us? Will she/he act like us?”
Then we found out it was a girl. And she appeared to be healthy.
Then I wondered, “When will she come? How will it happen? Will she be big/small/perfect?”
Then she was born. It happened naturally, when she was ready. And she was perfect.
These, among other questions that run through the mind of a new Mom, are some of the unanswerable questions in life. Here I am, faced with the “When will she come?” question all over again. Rather than be up in arms about going past my “due date” (believe me, I have my moments!), I’m trying instead to embrace it and especially not take this wondrous time for granted.
We are truly blessed. We feel it every day. We are so thankful, ever-so grateful for the life we have been given. We promise to never take it for granted.
And so I wait. My husband waits. Our children wait. And everyone waiting with us waits!
As I put my oldest, very wise “baby” to sleep tonight, I told her we may or may not be here in the morning, as I have been experiencing some pretty strong signs of early labor. She asked if the baby was going to come tonight, as she had guessed earlier in the day. I answered her by saying, “Well, it’s one of the sweet mysteries of life, Sweetie. We get to be surprised as to when the baby comes!” She answered with a gigantic, genuine grin, “I’m so inxcited!”
So are we, little girl. So are we.