Yes, this third child of mine is officially ten days late and shows no signs of ever coming out. Sure, in my rational mind I do know that it will come out at some point, but in my crazy, it's too hot and want to move on with life mind, I feel like the day will never come. It has been ten days of waiting, of obsessing, of listening to random people say to me, "Wow! You look like you're about to drop!" and getting the same question, "When is that baby coming?" To which I reply, "Not sure. Hopefully soon." My son said he thinks it will come on Valentine's Day...........I didn't know what to say considering it's July. For a second, I actually panicked thinking maybe he knew something I didn't. And speaking of panic, it doesn't help when folks say, "It's getting BIGGER every day. I hope you don't have a ten pounder." Right. Thanks for that :)
I've been a pretty good sport about the whole thing though. Well, up until today. This morning, I was done. Finished. Disgusted. So, I decided I was allowed a twenty minute self pity party. I rolled myself and my big belly into bed with a million pillows, a pouty face and an attitude that said don't talk to me for at least ten minutes. It took ten minutes to arrange the pillows so I could get comfortable which really only left me with an additional ten minutes for self pity mode. So that was totally annoying. But after the smoke cleared and I was forced to roll back out of bed because I had to go to the bathroom again for the thousandth time, I decided there had to be a lesson in all of this waiting. Sometimes, you have to ask yourself what the lesson is in a bad situation or you might end up in a pity party forever with a million pillows and honestly, with kids, who has time for that?
I've been a pretty good sport about the whole thing though. Well, up until today. This morning, I was done. Finished. Disgusted. So, I decided I was allowed a twenty minute self pity party. I rolled myself and my big belly into bed with a million pillows, a pouty face and an attitude that said don't talk to me for at least ten minutes. It took ten minutes to arrange the pillows so I could get comfortable which really only left me with an additional ten minutes for self pity mode. So that was totally annoying. But after the smoke cleared and I was forced to roll back out of bed because I had to go to the bathroom again for the thousandth time, I decided there had to be a lesson in all of this waiting. Sometimes, you have to ask yourself what the lesson is in a bad situation or you might end up in a pity party forever with a million pillows and honestly, with kids, who has time for that?
So what did I come up with? What is my lesson? Well........I think this baby is teaching me patience. Something I struggle with all the time. Being a type A personality who loves being in control, this whole experience is really doing a number on me. I've never been good at the whole patience thing. In fact, waiting gives me anxiety, being in limbo gives me heart palpitations and having no control over the outcome.......well, I just can't talk about it because it makes me grumpy. And that's when I remembered a quote from Joyce Meyer, "Patience is not the ability to wait, but the ability to keep a good attitude while waiting."
Well, I do always say kids are our teachers. Baby number three will be my greatest teacher yet. After all, I don't think this baby is coming until I learn my lesson........waiting with a good attitude. Well, I might as well wait with a good attitude and some great looking toes while I'm at it! I'm off to get a pedicure!
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