The Ride Appears to be Stuck

As we've had to tell the barrage of well-meaning callers for the past two weeks, nope, there's no baby yet. According to the doctor first babies are generally late and there isn't cause for concern yet. That being said, let's get this show on the road.

I really and truly have enjoyed being pregnant. You'll find no one else in this wide world who is more surprised about that than me. Even looking like I'm about to burst at the seams, I can't say that I have too many discomforts to speak of. I am trying to savor this last bit of time that baby is alive inside me as I may not have this opportunity again. If another baby (or babies) is in God's plan for us I am fully aware that I may not have pregnancies that are as rosy as this one has been.

As cognizant as I am of all of these things I cannot seem to curb impatience and anxiety. It's like I have the mother of all band-aids stuck to the hairiest part of my arm and I just want to pull it off already. Sitting there picking at it only makes the prospect worse. And since I'm a champion worrier anyway of course I've already considered what might happen if baby decides to hang around until 42+ weeks. None of the options are pleasant.

So I've been strapped into this ride for a while now, and it doesn't look as if it's going to get fixed anytime soon. The feeling that I might be in this state forever is no fun at all. Too bad I left my supply of patience back on the platform along with any other articles prone to falling out of pockets.