You know what? I don't remember when I got all antsy to have Eden, but, as of 27 weeks, I can officially say that I am totally fine with the fact that I have between 13 and 15 weeks to go. (Did I do my math right? um... yes... 40-42 weeks total. ok.) No rush. I have to say that, just because the month in my 42nd week happens to be December, the month of Eden's birth, I really would not prefer to wait until then. Arielle, don't you want your own birth month?
I will probably read these words and laugh at myself when I hit, say, 35 weeks. Betcha.
I do not think I can paint my toenails any more. At least not unless I work on my ability to go without oxygen for an extended period of time. I cannot get close enough to my toes to paint them without losing my ability to take a breath. Someone's in the way. So, this means I will be using a portion of our brand new monthly budget to get a polish change for my toes a couple times between now and November, or I will just hope that the cool weather comes quickly so that I can wear close-toed shoes.
Why is labor so variable? Why did God decide that there should be such a huge range of lengths, types, descriptions, etc? I want to plan. I want to know. But I want to be all natural and just let it happen. But I want to know when and how it will naturally happen.
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