Something happens to a mother-to-be between 38 & 39 weeks. At least it happened to this momma-to-be! Patience. Or lack there of. I was perfectly content with Axel coming when the time was right. And then 39 weeks crept up. And each day, I keep thinking, "Today is THE day." And each night as another day has past, I'm a little disappointed. His arrival consumes almost every thought. I keep waiting for the contractions to start. Or my water to break. I don't care which one, I just want something to happen! To top it all off, my doctor is at a medical conference next week AND we have a family member that has to go on a business trip next Tuesday-Thursday. So I feel like I'm a ticking time bomb waiting to go off. I feel like we're playing beat the clock. I'm trying EVERY old wives tale to induce labor. Walked more this week then I think in my WHOLE life combined. I just want this precious life to grace us with his presence before Monday. However, this thought process does not make for a happy/joyous/content momma to be. I woke up this morning and decided I could NOT keep living like this. I was driving myself, and I'm sure the mister, INSANE. So again, I'm taking my thoughts captive. I feel like this is my mantra for this mom thing. And I"m surrendering. The Lord knows. He knows the PERFECT time that our sweet Axel needs to come into this world. And he also knows all of our circumstances. All the time crunches. And He sees it all. And that gives me such peace. Now if I can just choose those thoughts daily instead of making myself, and those around me, an anxious mess. So I'm here, in front of all blog world, declaring that I chose JOY. I chose PEACE. And I'm replacing my anxious/impatient thoughts with peace, joy, and patience. How do I do this? I'm memorizing scripture on all those virtues. And each time an anxious/time crunch thought comes into my head, I'm replacing it with TRUTH. Okay, time to get off my rant. I promise the rest of the post will be fun snipits of the end of my pregnancy...
1. We had ANOTHER ultra sound on Wednesday to monitor Axel's growth. And according to their calculations, Axel is about 8lbs...healthy boy. Not gonna lie, it makes momma a bit nervous...
2. We got to see our little man's personality on the ultrasound. He was making fish lips at us and sticking his tongue out. Goofball. Wonder where he gets that?!
3. Gentlemen, you may not want to read this one. I'm dilated to 3 cm, as of last Tuesday, so we ARE progressing well. Despite my impatience.
4. I have a fear of my water breaking in inconvient places/times...in the middle of the night when I don't have my make up on or my hair did. Oh, I will be that girl who gets ready before we go;)...and I'm terrified of it breaking in the shower and with all the water, I'm clueless. I'm a dork, I know.
So many of you have sent us encouraging emails/texts/etc. We cannot express how much it means to us. Knowing we have so many people praying for a safe delivery at the PERFECT time, gives us so much peace. Maybe the next time I blog, will be sweet Axel's arrival...
