Random Happenings...

Due-under engagement as to time; expected to be ready, be present, or arrive; scheduled

Not true in our case! We are still waiting the arrival of our little one. My dr. likes to let his patients go one week past before inducing labor. I can honestly say I did not think a week past was an option, let alone possible. It seems like everyone I know is being induced days or goes into labor before "due date", not after! So, if this baby doesn't make his or her appearance before Monday, April 12 then an eviction notice will be served! An epidural wasn't really my idea of the cocktail I'd be having on my birthday, but hey. I do have mixed emotions about sharing my birthday with my child. As a mom, there are very few days to herself. Chuck-E-Cheese isn't really my idea of my birthday dinner! But, on the other hand I can see great traditions on the horizon. And, what a great lesson for our child (and myself) about sharing. On my side of the family April is that month. I can think of 5 April birthdays and I am sure there are more. The diamond birthstone is nothing to complain about either!

While we have been waiting we have stayed quite busy. Chad and I are enjoying our last few days of being just the two of us. We can't wait to welcome our little one, but there is something bittersweet about closing this chapter of our lives. We have had an amazing four and a half years of marriage, travels, and ups and downs. We not only still love each other, but we still really like each other. So many things are changing and right now it is hard to picture it any other way. I know this will diminish and we won't be able to picture our family without our new addition. I was talking with a friend about my struggle with letting go of the two of us and embracing the three of us and she spoke so beautifully on the topic. She reminded that our child is God's symbol of the two of us becoming one. The transition phase of becoming parents is tough, not knowing what to expect, and waiting. But, this week my prayers are with the women who struggle to conceive. Because, while becoming unpregnant is tiresome, overwhelming, and painful, it is nothing compared to not being able to become pregnant. I knew the Lord was calling me to be a mother and when I finally responded I prayed that he would make it happen quickly and show Himself through that. He did. It wasn't so much of a challenge to Him, but rather I needed to know that this was the calling on my life. Because He breathes stars, calls them by name, and I am still, at times unable to put my trust in Him.

36 weeks...


40 weeks about to pop!