Waiting

Patience has never been my strong suite. Sorry Dad, but I think I get that from you and your side of the family. However, one situation in which a woman's patience is tested the most is when she awaits the birth of her child in those last weeks. I know I should cherish these last few nights of 8 hours of uninterrupted sleep. I know I need to continue to spend quality time with my daughter as these are the last days in which she will definitely receive my undivided attention. I know that I'm going to wonder what I did with myself after this little baby rocks our world again.

But I'm huge.

I hurt.

I'm ready to wear "skinny people" clothes again.

I want to be able to walk like a normal person.

I want to go ahead and start this next chapter of our lives and instead of sitting through the prelude.

Arrrghhh.

I think I would be better about all this waiting if I didn't have to be pregnant...haha. It wasn't that long ago that I was at this point with Savannah. I was a week late delivering her, but honestly I wouldn't have done it any differently. My doctor says "babies are better the longer they bake," and I have to say it was true with her. She was a perfect infant (or as perfect as one can be!) nursing wonderfully, sleeping through the night by 7 weeks, eating well, and was overall very content. How much of that is due to the fact that she wore our her welcome in my uterus, we'll never know, but I'm sure it didn't hurt.

And so I will continue to wait.

"The key to everything is patience. You get the chicken by hatching the egg, not by smashing it"

~Arnold H. Glasgow