I don't really have much to say but I haven't blogged in awhile. I feel like my life is in a place of waiting. Waiting for the baby to come and waiting for our house to be finished. One day I will be good with the waiting and other days I do horribly. Lately it has been rough waiting for this baby to get here. I am beyond uncomfortable. I eat anything and it leaves my stomach upset and a bad taste in my mouth. It is not much fun. The house is exciting and I want it to be just right so the waiting for that is going pretty easy. The kids and I drive by once a day because it is on my way to get Alyssa from school. They are enjoying seeing the daily progress. Pretty soon we won't be able to tell much difference just by driving by. We will have to go inside to see the finishing details.
I keep getting the verse "6 Do not be anxious about anything, but in every situation, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God." Phillipians 4:6(NIV) I am trying not to be too anxious about the end of my pregnancy. I have about six weeks left if I go full term. I know the dr has talked about inducing me at 39 weeks because of my last baby have shoulder dystocia, she basically got stuck and had to be forcfully pulled/pushed out. I am praying for the perfect date and the perfect delivery with no complications. I would love to have the baby early but I want what is best for the baby's health.
I am ready to know if it is a boy or girl. I will be so elated when the dr or Matthew says, "it's a ...." I haven't felt the same bond with this baby like I have with the other three. I think it has to do with this being a hard pregnancy and not knowing what to call baby. And probably having to handle three kids, that are at three different stages, doesn't help. I am ready to hold and kiss on my baby.
Needless to say, I am kinda obsessed with being pregnant. I have a constant reminder that I am large and uncomfortable.
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