I've been so touched by the outpouring of care and prayers as we await the arrival of the baby. I confess that it has been hard for me to concentrate on much else lately as the days pass and nothing happens. I felt closer to labor about a week and a half ago than I do now. There really appears to be nothing happening.
This Friday I go back to the midwife where we will start looking at options and probably have to make an appointment to see the OB. I'm not sure if anything will have to be done that day, or if we'll be planning for next week. I'm hoping for the later.
I keep rereading my verses on my index cards throughout the day, but find myself forgetting that peace as the days drag on. I know that He is in control and that all will occur in His perfect time. I know that. Yet, I grow impatient. Each morning I awake hoping, praying, (begging) that the baby will be born, but as the day grows to a close with no change, I find that I am discouraged. I'm sure my lack of restful sleep is only adding to the frustration.
So I ask again for you to continue to pray. I want to enjoy these days and not lose them to worry. I want to stay focused on Him, and not my tummy. I do rejoice that the baby seems to be doing just fine in there and kicking up a storm.
Pumpkin was born a week late, but I had been laboring for several days before his arrival, so it didn't seem as long. We're a week and a half passed with no signs of labor. I know in my mind it can all change anytime. Sigh. I'm sorry to sound so down. Think I'll sign off for now. Tomorrow is a new day.
"He who began a good work in you will be faithful to complete it."