​Oh, how I have been waiting. That’s what happens at the end of pregnancy. I was convinced that Everett would come early. His big sister was 2 days early, and what everyone says is that the 2nd baby comes sooner than the first. Of course that isn’t true for everyone, but I thought it would be true for me. So, when the time that I thought he would have/should have been born by, I got a little discouraged. What is this kid waiting for? Doesn’t he know we want to meet him? 

When 40 weeks came and passed, I thought, well, at least I know what it’s like to be 40 weeks pregnant now. I didn’t get to experience that before. When 41 weeks came yesterday, I tried to have the same attitude. It is kinda neat to experience something that I haven’t before. And I have an ability to relate to others that have been or will be in this position.

The truth is that pregnancy, especially the end, is an emotional roller-coaster. So many ups and downs. I’m okay one minute and a complete wreck the next. I’ve had to alter my expectations. I’ve been having contractions for 3 weeks now, like real, painful, make you stop what you’re doing, kind of contractions. Every time they happen for a bit, I think, maybe this is it. But alas, they fizzle out eventually.

The thing is that this sweet baby boy of mine has been making me wait since the very beginning. We wanted to get pregnant for a while, but weren’t sure if it was ever going to happen. We waited and hoped for another baby. When it finally did happen, we were so excited!

And oh, how many lessons this boy has taught me before he has even been born. Lessons about waiting, trusting, hoping, enjoying the moment, appreciating my body, staying healthy, letting go, surrendering my expectations.

The one thing I can be pretty certain of at this point is that my sweet Ev will join our family sometime this week. That’s really exciting! In the meantime, I’m trying to be present in the moment, to soak up the time that I have with Chrysantha and my hubby. Each day I’ve gotten new opportunities to love on her, watch her grow and develop (and oh how much she has been changing lately). So, in the midst of waiting, I’m trusting in God’s perfect plan and enjoying the moments I get with my family. This may not have been what I would have chosen, but I am thankful for the things I’ve been able to do and be a part of in this time of waiting.