Well, today is the day - I hope. I am to be induced with Baby Beekman #3, as long as all those natural labor girls didn't come in through the night. I did sleep a bit, but must admit I'm nervous and anxious.
It's just all the stuff you hear about #3.
Seriously, I'm not nervous about labor and delivery, although I pray it goes well. Quick and uneventful. But today, I'm having a baby. A whole person, who suddenly will be forever a part of our lives. His/her wants and needs will be voiced, joining a small chorus of voices at my house.
Exciting, but scary right?
I mean really, am I a person that a Pampers commercial - which was on a constant loop on my television yesterday after I learned that today was the day - can send into either tears or a panic. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hk3gOHfeIcU&feature=relmfu Evidently I am.
So today, as the minutes crawl closer to the time I call the doctor and then journey into the hospital. (Wow, it's not like I'm riding a donkey carrying the child of God in my womb :) guess being past your due date brings the drama.) I will just cling to the fact that the maker of the world thought that this was a good idea for ME and my family. Now, when you say it like that it kind of is a big deal. A new life should be, right? All my nerves are part of understanding that this is a big responsibility and a miracle, something to cherish and work hard for. I think that at "show time" I will be ready for the show and cling to the fact that they are born little for a reason. You get a chance to grow with them.
So here's to growing with the child God has chosen to be a part of our family as well as to finding that I do in fact have bones in my ankles and shape to my legs. Welcome Baby Beekman #3!! Good riddance cankles :)
