As I sit here on my front porch enjoying the beautiful day, I can't help but think when will my sweet girl arrive. I've never been a patient person. I want what I want, when I want it. However, I have been more laid back and relaxed throughout my pregnancy than I have been my whole life. That is until Sunday night. I was doing good. I've known for a while that Lyla would come late...call it a mother's instinct. But this week has been so hard. I am so ready for her to be here. And I'm ready to not be pregnant. Every day does get harder to be optomistic. I have done really well with not complaining about the back pain, the peeing every hour at night, the sleeping on the couch for the past 3 months because I can't get comfortable in bed. I've known that it is all worth it, and have really enjoyed my pregnancy.
But this week changed all that. I'm tired! Tired of being pregnant. Tired of the maternity clothes not fitting any more, of people asking how I'm doing or why I'm still at work. Tired of not being able to call people without them thinking I'm in labor. I know that God is in control and that Lyla will come when she is ready, but that doesn't make the waiting game any easier. It does however make me appreciate my mother, who carried both me and my sister 17 days past her due date, even more.
I also really don't want to enduce. So when you read this, please pray that Lyla will come on her own before next Thursday.
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Hey Aubrey, praying for you!!! God hasn't forgotten that you are waiting. He loves you and is holding you in the palm of His hand--He's finishing up the womb work. I'm glad this is prompting more appreciation for your mom...that's always a good thing and will happen over and over as you go through the stages of parenting! Hang in there!!!
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