Thursday, April 23, 2009

Waiting...

It seems that I spend my life waiting. I should be a pro by now. I wait for payday, and for the mailman. I wait for our tax return and for the kids to get home from school. But somehow, these last few weeks and days of pregnancy seem eternal. Every day is a week, every week is a month. And waiting takes on a whole new meaning.

We are waiting for our little one to make her debut. Tomorrow will be exactly one week from my due date. I could let the doctor pick baby Emily's birthday, but for now we are content to let her pick her own, hopefully. We are both anxious and my husband's calls from work now include the question, "Are you having any good contractions?" To which I sadly reply, "No."

I've decided that waiting for a baby is a little like waiting for a child to decide to be potty trained. You know deep in your soul that your child won't go to kindergarten in diapers. But you still wonder if your child will be the first that will. Just like you know that baby can't stay in there forever, but when a day feels like a week, you start to wonder!

So for now, I am trying to keep myself doing little projects to keep my mind off of how very pregnant I am. My husband calls it nesting, I call it keeping my sanity. Though, so far my little projects seem to also be torturing my children. (That's how you can tell a good project. By the amount of complaints it illicits from the children who are required to help!)

So I am waiting. Waiting for Miss Emily Claire to decide to come out and play with us. And I wouldn't mind one bit if she came sooner than later!

7 comments:

Lori said...

I know how you feel on all counts. I thought Ella would surely go to kindergarten in diapers with her binki and bottle in tow and we managed to finally get past all of those things. Hang in there and let me know if you want to go to the park and swing again to try to induce labor. That was great fun! ;)

Jana said...

Sweetie....hang in there! You are a tough momma!! I love the name you have picked out! Beautiful.

Julia said...

I didn't know that you had a name picked out... how did I miss out on that?! Oh, maybe it is because I leave on the other side of the world (ok just the U.S. but practically, right). Those last weeks (what feels like years) really do seem like forever especially if you are used to coming early and you come late!

runningmom said...

Hope each month...err, day...goes faster!!

I'm halfway--you ARE nearly there!!

Patty said...

I feel for you

Aly Allred said...

I am glad I am not the only person who "waits" though these final days of pregnancy utterly stink! Hang in there!! I wish I only had a week left. I have 10 more to go. You'll be back into your jeans by there, enjoying the pool.

runningmom said...

Aly's pregnant?!?! Is that why I haven't seen either of you at the gym recently?