My doctor’s appointment today was a little more eventful than my last one. Good things are happening and the doctor tried something to help it go a little faster so that Baby Wilson can meet his/her auntie before she heads back to Kelowna. The doc said that if nothing is happening before Friday morning to call and leave a message for her at the labor room and she’ll do a little more to help it along. Yay! The end is near.
That’s right! One more day! But I have a feeling that this baby is going to follow in his/her big sister’s footsteps and decide to be a week late.
That is what is happening, nothing! I had an appointment today with my OB and nothing is happening. Hopefully this little guy hurries up so that he/she can meet his/her auntie before she leaves next week! I got asked today, by someone I find a little too creepy, when the baby was coming. I told him, “I don’t know, ask God!” Maybe I’m just a little too irritable lately, but if one more person asks me when the baby is coming, I’m going to smash some heads together. What a stupid question . . . . *hormones raging with probably unjustified anger*
You’d think that being all squished in there would make Baby Wilson a little less active. Nope! This little guy is squirming like he/she’s mudwrestling a sumo wrestler.
Note: I can’t wait until Baby Wilson is born so that I can find out the sex and quit the “he/she” thing!
This afternoon Noah went to his parent’s place to watch the hockey game with his dad. I decided I wanted to go for a walk and called him to see what time he’d be home because I did not want to walk in the dark. Well, it turns out that me calling makes people jumpy! I guess when the phone rang over there, his mom saw the call display and said it was our house and Noah and his dad came running up the stairs. Noah said that I scared them all half to death and not to call anymore. He wasn’t being totally serious, just said that it scares him when I call because every time he thinks his baby is coming! Poor guy. I really didn’t mean to scare him! Oh well, he’ll get over it because one of these times that’s why I’m gonna be calling!
I’ve discovered lately that flexibility is truely the key to happiness. If you want everything done your way and you’re not willing to change your mind, you’re going to be miserable.
I’ve learned this first hand a lot lately. The main thing I am learning to be flexible about should be obvious - when this baby is going to come! I’m starting to understand that I have to go by God’s timing, not my own. It’s easy to see someone else going through it and tell them that, but when it’s you going through it, it’s way harder to see!
Alright, I now vow to stop complaining about being big and huge and accept that this baby is going to come when God chooses, instead of when I want it! (And I’m sure all of you in blogland are sick of hearing about it!)
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