I went to the doctor today…nothing happening. Not that I thought anything was, but I realized yesterday I might be pointing my hopes a teensy bit in a vertical direction for this little one to come on her due date, or earlier. No, we mustn’t have any of those thought patterns forming; we have 18 plus good, full days ahead of us, and cannot succomb to ‘what if’s. Here are some things I hope to do in the time we have left together:
1. My friend Miriam gave me the most imaginative gift at my baby shower- a carton of a dozen Cadbury Eggs. Of course, impulsive girl that I am, I only have six left now. But if I were smart, I would have saved all 12 for the days I will go past my due date. I would almost make it in chocolate until April 10, but not quite, necessitating filling in the remaining days with Peanut Buster Parfaits. As it is now, I will be traveling to Dairy Queen the whole first part of April. Oh, well.
2. I haven’t started my next The Story painting yet, mostly because I have not narrowed my subject down enough (Hannah? Samuel? Saul? Traveling Minstrel Prophets and Saul?), but partly because I was due at the doc this morning and it didn’t seem quite right to unwrap the canvas when I might get some surprising news while there, like “go straight to the hospital, you are in labor” kind of news. See where those hopes are getting me?
But, this is great. I feel ready to start painting tomorrow, pretty confident that I have plenty of time to do this project, due April 3.
3. There is also plenty of time to do laundry. After she comes, cleaning up after her is not as fun as washing those outfits was the first time.
4. I have plenty of time to sleep. Aahh.
5. We have time to keep going with school. I think we will work through the summer this year, try that out. They will have plenty of days off, but I like the thought of one math book closing and another opening, without much time in between to forget key operations like addition and subtraction.
There you have it- my blessings counted. What good can you speak about from your life, and your waiting times?