At my appointment, the doctor confirmed what I already suspected to be true: probably no baby this week. I’m at the exact same place I was at this point in my last preganancy – dilated 2cm and 50% effaced. The doctor thinks it’ll be about another week before baby comes, and I tend to agree. The average lateness of our three babies is seven days overdue, so it’s no big shock to me.
Can I confess something? People will often now say to me, “Hang in there,” or “Oh, you poor thing, hopefully he’ll come soon,” or “You look like you’re ready to have that baby!” or something like that.
But for the first time, I’m in no rush to have the baby.
I love Jaden with all my heart, and I know it’ll be exciting to have him join our family outside the womb.
But I’m also slightly terrified of being Chief Diaper-changer, Owwie-kisser, Fight-breaker-upper, Entertainer, Bather, Discipline-administrator, Safety Guard, Godly Example, (i.e. MOMMY) to FOUR kids ages 4-1/2 and under. Oh, and I’m also first-and-foremost WIFE (which has its own job description). Is there enough of me to go around?
In my tired humanness, I think “no.” But I do know that “I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me.”
I’m just okay with waiting a while to see that verse in action.
Right now Jaden is warm, cozy, and fed. And I’m okay with that.





