worth the wait...

Many of the best things in life are worth the wait. When I take a look at my life from 30,000 feet, I've had it good. Sure, I may not have wanted to wait until 32 to get married or have to move back in with my parents three different times after college... but those things are all tiny periods of waiting in the big scheme of things.

Pregnancy has been another big lesson in waiting. Some people wait years just to get pregnant, while the pregnancy itself sometimes feels like years! When I got pregnant, Steve and I decided not to find out the baby's gender. Sure, the OCD planner in me would love to know every detail about this kid way in advance, but I convinced Steve that we were about to lose complete control and I needed some practice letting go. Since finding out we were pregnant a little more than eight months ago, I haven't really stressed about the gender. Everyone wants to know what I think and I honestly haven't thought about it. I'm preparing myself for a girl, because I think a girl will be a bigger challenge for me, but I know I will be head over heels for Baby D, boy or girl.

As our due date approached, I was getting more excited to meet this kid. Work was slightly stressful trying to prepare to be gone for an extended period of time, but we've been ready at the house for awhile. Everyone tells you to be ready early, but I felt like it was one of those things where if you bring your umbrella, it won't rain. So yesterday, our due date came and went with little fanfare.

I've struggled with the lack of control over Baby D's arrival more than the gender. I like being on time... I like other people being on time and Baby D is already paving his/her own way... which sounds like my kid! Thankfully, my doctor went ahead and scheduled an induction so we have a final eviction notice. Of course I'd love to meet Baby D earlier, but worst case scenario we're planning on welcoming him/her a week from today... one more week.

Sometimes it seems like forever... and other times it feels like it's so close. Until then I'll be avoiding everyone's comments about how I'm STILL pregnant and advice about how to induce labor. I don't really like pineapple, I'm afraid to do jumping jacks at this size without breaking anything, and I have no desire to try castor oil. I'll try hard not to complain (or only complain to Steve) and just look forward to Tuesday... or any time before hint hint Baby D!! Either way, I'm confident this kid will be worth the wait!