Hero

I've felt a bit grouchy the last couple of days. Mainly because this babe is WAY too low to just sit around and hang out. And, because my doc, myself and everyone else around really thought I was going to go into labor over the weekend. Dilated to a 3, 65% effaced, a +1, with steady contractions, I had the bag packed and was good to go.

Nowhere. Because, babies just don't work to any prediction. And, while reading this, you might think, "jeez you still have a couple weeks left until your due date, why are you so set to go?" You have a point.

While I went early with both #1 and #2, I know that #3 really can and will come whenever she feels like it. But, mentally, I just feel like she should come early. She can't be comfortable sitting in my pelvis, because I know I'm not!

More than anything, I really just hate the unknowns.

Anyone who knows me, knows that I am a planner. A routine person. A scheduler. I can't help it but to drive myself and everyone around me into some type of a schedule. It's calming for me to know what is happening, when, and how to plan for it.

Which makes this whole limbo phase all the more difficult and frustrating. Will she come out? Yes. Will it work out just fine? I'm sure it will. But since I don't know the when, it doesn't make it any easier.

In my frustration, I decided to run through some photos of the past month and came across these. Sometimes we all need a hero. These two little ones remind me how simple and effortless things need to be. How the joy of things doesn't always come from the routine, but from the unknown. How the unexpected becomes the expected. And, how more than anything, a smile, some love and some faith are really what get us through to the next place. We don't know everything, and we won't have it all figured out, but allowing ourselves to be challenged and to progress really is what life is about.

I'll take their advice. Do some yoga breaths, possibly some superhero poses and embrace these final chunks of time until she decides to make her debut.