This was the question most asked at church today…or rather, “I bet your ready to get her out of there, etc.”
Yeah, I guess I am really uncomfortable and it would be nice to meet her. But, this time I don’t have that sense of urgency yet. By now, with all the others I’m sitting on the edge of my seat with everything ready and waiting…bags packed and everything.
For some reason, this time is different. I guess watching a friend suffer through a miscarriage and other friends have babies go on to heaven…this past year has made me grow up a lot in my patience with my babies.
I can say that right now, I truly am uncomfortable and not sleeping and it’s hard to walk (I mean waddle). That’s all true. But this time, this pregnancy, I just have a strong desire to just wait until God is ready for her to be born. I’m taking each day as much in stride as possible (even if it means dissolving in tears when Mark calls or collapsing in bed when he comes home).
So, am I ready? I guess so…if she is! But I still haven’t got my bags packed.

Our local radio station plays praise and worship music on Sunday mornings…how I wish they would play more of that during the week…but that’s besides the point…anyway, I kept hearing this song that sounded cool but the words were just wonderful. I finally figured out what song it was and found the artist online the other day when I was home with Ace on the Sunday he was sick.







