As of this posting, I am sitting four days past my due date this pregnancy. While mentally, I am not at all surprised by this because I’ve gone several days past my due date with every pregnancy, physically my body feels like it just can’t take much more. I have aches, pains, and discomforts. I am tired, oh so very tired. I have trouble putting on my own shoes and need help sitting up to get out of bed. It’s not an easy road, carrying and growing a baby.
|40 Weeks in this picture|
Another thing that makes it hard is when most of the people around you are questioning why you’re not running to the doctor to ask to be induced. I’ve had one medically necessary induction and the experience was enough to make me choose to avoid that route again if at all possible. There are risks to elective induction as well–risks that I’m personally not willing to take for the sake of alleviating a little discomfort to myself. I also know what due dates are just estimates not expiration dates. My doctor and I don’t agree on this stance, so there might be a conflict in the coming days. I’m praying that it doesn’t come to this, but I’m just as much my baby’s advocate now, while he’s in utero, as I’ll be after he’s born. I’m his mother. My job is to nurture him and protect him to the best of my ability. That includes not agreeing to force him out of the womb for a doctor’s convenience…or even my own.
I’m learning a lesson in all of this waiting. I’m learning that patience is a virtue that constantly needs to be cultivated. I’m learning that He is strong, even when I am weak. I’m learning that God’s timing truly is best.
I’m learning that the best things in life truly are WORTH the wait.
I’m eager to hold my son in my arms and for him to meet his big brother and sisters. I’m longing to be able to see what he’ll look like and how big he’ll be. But, for now, I’m waiting.