Hurry Up and Wait

Anyone who knows me knows a lot about my uniqueness (sounds a bit better than the word flaws). So ask any one of them and they would say the thing that tops the list is, "Jen is horrible at waiting." Perhaps that is why I have spent seasons of my life doing just that.....for instance, I spent 13 years praying for and waiting for my husband. I must admit I was shocked when we turned up pregnant on month 1 and month 2 respectively with our children. I distinctly remember telling Jamison when we decided that we were ready for kids, "don't worry, it won't happen fast, God makes me wait for everything." I fully expected to spend at least a year trying for children. The Lord loves laughing at my statements.

However, I did have to wait 41 weeks to meet my precious little boy. Did I mention that we had to serve him an eviction notice? I feel convinced that he would be still in there, happy as a clam had we not told him his time was up. I am beginning to feel that way about our precious little Hope.

Yes, I know I am only 38 weeks and 3 days pregnant, but I feel like not only have I been pregnant forever, but that she is never going to come. Hence, I am writing about it at almost midnight on a Sat night. Can we all say that I am a bit anxious, restless, ready, willing her to come? I have out of things to do.....her announcements are awaiting pictures and stats, the finishing touches have been made to her room, Grayson's birthday invitations and party favors have been done (and his bday is not until Sept), bags are packed, lists are made, bills are paid, house is clean, cooking for an army has been done, I've been to the gym - done my squats, run on the treadmill, walked the block,.....get the picture? Now I am out of things to do. So instead, here I sit and wait and wait and wait and wait. I feel like the watchpot that will never boil. UGH! I am so ready for her to be here, to hold her in my arms, to learn all about her, to readjust to life with a newborn.

I will say that I am seeing the Lord's hand at work though over the past few days. My daddy will return tomorrow and will now be here for her birth; Grayson has been sick the last few days with fever over 101 - not only did he demand my full attention, he wouldn't have been able to meet his sister had she come; my brother, Jon is in town and can be present at her birth. I am thankful that these logistics are falling into place. Tomorrow would be a good day for her to come, but probably since I desire it so greatly, it'll be another 3 weeks.....