It’s been 12 years since I had the privilege of being “overdue” for anything but library books. That’s not to say I’ve always been on time for things. Since about child number three, I can occasionally run late for appointments. And we’ve come into church just as the worship leader has greeted the congregation more times than I care to admit. But late with babies?… I haven’t done that since 2000.
So my history, coupled with the red flags the doctors had been throwing out since mid-pregnancy, led us to believe we wouldn’t be post-due this time around, either.
But we are.
And I don’t feel the least bit “ready.” I’ve had none of my usual signs that the baby is on its way.
So yes, I’m still here. Waiting. I feel like the last two years have been a continuous lesson on God’s timing. This fits. Exquisitely.
I’m still betting on a 9lb., blue-eyed, baby boy. However, at this rate I may change that to 10lbs…
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