Yesterday was my "due date". It was the day I was due to give birth. I'm still with child. He is still incredibly active. I am still active. Come out!
Instead of just sitting around this weekend (as if we're anticipating anything...) Patrick and I drove to Greensburg yesterday and had lunch at the Olive Garden and then walked around Barnes & Noble for a while. I love dates like that! On Friday night, Patrick took me to see a movie. Not just any movie, a chick flick. He was so sweet to sacrifice his desires to sit (quite bored, although he did laugh a few times) with me in a movie theater and watch a movie that I would like. He is so great.
I certainly didn't think I would make it to my due date. Honestly, not many people did. My doctor was surprised. Our doula, surprised. Patrick, surprised. You get my point. :) Obviously, our little guy still has some growing to do and is quite comfortable curled up in my womb (the mini peppermint patties I snack on are probably enticing as well). My body has been preparing itself for a while now, but that doesn't mean that it's ready to get rid of the baby!
It's hard waiting at this point because I get more uncomfortable everyday. I just want to hold our baby. I want to see what he looks like and how long he is. I want to be not pregnant and I want to see my toes again. But more than that, I want Benjamin to be healthy and ready. I want the wait on the Lord, even when it's hard. So, I'll set aside my wants and wait.
AND just as a side note story: I went to Old Navy the other day, Wednesday maybe, and there was a young girl working. As I walked into the store, she looked at me and said - "You are seriously going to pop. Wow." I smiled and said - "I guess so, I'm due Saturday." She dropped her jaw and said - "Shouldn't you be at home sleeping? Shouldn't you be on bedrest or something! What are you thinking." She must have be appaled. I decided not to be mean, so I just smiled (again) and told her there was no reason that I should be laying in bed when I was fully capable of walking around. I did mention it was no good for me to be at home waiting when I could be out doing things I enjoy. So then, I wonder why people think they know what's best and feel the need to tell you how huge you are. Um. I already know how huge I am, I live in my body! Geesh :)
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Well, I went several days over my due date, and the thing I liked best was that no one expected us to make plans to do anything those days. Doug and I just got to hangout and do whatever we wanted which is nice gift since it won't be like that again! Enjoy!
Love,
Shannon
Ashley, what a beautiful sentiment and a breath of fresh air that you have decided to wait patiently upon the Lord to reveal His timing and His will for baby Benjamin's birth. As a mama who carries her babies to 42 weeks, I know those last days can be challenging, but it is oh so worth it. When I had my homebirth with Aidan, I was so overjoyed and amazed at the awesomeness of God and how His timeline for things is always so much better than anything I could have planned. :)
I'll be praying for you,
Teresa
Ha Ha!!!! I'm glad you have a sense of humor! I'm not kidding, Gramma asked me every couple of hours today if I'd talked to you! :) I told her not to worry, you'd call.....right Patrick?? :)
And.....how about a picture??? Please!
Love you!
Maybe he'll come on Daniel's birthday! The 14th! :) (We're getting ready for a big pirate party over here...)
I love Daniel, but I hope the baby comes before that :) Have fun at the party! Eat some cake for me... yummmmm.
OH, the memories this brings back! LOVE the Old Navy story - can so relate. :)
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