I've never really been a patient person. I'm the kind of person who likes to know what's coming next, I like to plan and I'm not very big into surprises (although when it comes down to it I do like them).
Patience is proving to be stretched very thin these days. I am 37 1/2 weeks pregnant and very, very excited and anxious to meet our new baby (not to mention very tired and uncomfortable). At this point in pregnancy with Emma, I was not dialated or effaced (meaning my body was doing nothing to prepare for labor). This time, I am 50% effaced and 1 1/2 cm dialated. True, this could mean I could go into labor today or in 3 weeks, but the positive side of me is hoping for the first possibility.
I'm praying daily for patience, for a healthy baby, labor and delivery. But, really what I want to pray for is to meet our baby today, tomorrow, even the next day. I think when it comes down to it I am just afraid of going too much longer, the fluid retention, the weigh gain, the discomfort, the anticipation...It's really not my plan, I know. But wishful thinking is okay, right?
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