Practicing Patience

This week was another doctor's appointment. Last Wednesday I was measuring in at 37 1/2 weeks, and this Monday I was at 39 weeks. "He's ahead of his class by 1/2 cm!" said Dr. Rabin. She was telling me that the baby is in a great position, and that everything seems to look good. She was telling me how she likes it when babies come at 39 weeks because they're fully developed, but those last couple weeks are the hardest on the mom. As we ended the appointment, she said, "I'll see you next week if not sooner!" So my doctor wouldn't be surprised if the baby came early.


This past Sunday at church, there was a girl who predicted that I would go sometime this week. This is the same girl who somehow "knew" I was pregnant before I even started telling anyone about it. She seems to have a "gift" for knowing these things about people. "Be sure to email me in a couple days when it happens... so you can tell me I'm smart!" she stated.

I told my mother about all this after my appointment on Monday, and even though she would be happy for me to have the baby sooner rather than later, she told me, "Don't listen to people like that! You'll just get your hopes up and end up being disappointed." True, there's no real reason for me to believe that the baby will be coming this week, or really even next week for that matter... but it would sure be nice for Canon to not take too much longer. I want Canon to be ready to come, so I will just have to bide my time... but I can't help but be excited for the idea that he just might come early. *sighs

I'm still just over a week away until my due date, but I'm really at the "any-day-now" stage of the pregnancy. This is really going to be a huge life change, and yet, I hardly feel like there's going to be any adjustment for me. It makes me think back to my wedding day. I had a very similar feeling when I was about to get married. I was excited because it was a chance to finally experience what I've waited for my whole life, but it didn't really feel any different from one day to the next. It just felt like I was living my life, and it wasn't a big deal. I was calm and comfortable, not really nervous at all to make the big commitment. I honestly don't even remember it feeling like an adjustment at all. (weird, huh?) Now, with a baby coming, it's an even bigger change that I'm going to have to go through. Sleep will be a completely different experience, as with the other demands of a newborn. Somehow I can see all this, picture it, and I don't feel nervous at all. Life will never again be the way it is now with just the two of us, and somehow that doesn't really seem to make a difference. Maybe I've just been mentally preparing myself for this since I was young just like I did with marriage... or maybe I will feel completely blind-sighted and a distraught emotional wreck because it's nothing like what I expected. Who knows? All I know is that the calm I feel will only last as long as my patience does. I'm trying to prepare myself for the scenario, but if I end up going beyond my due date, I will be quite anxious. I really want him to be here sooner rather than later. I'd be fine with him coming TONIGHT if he wanted to! :)