Well...

Well, I am still pregnant. Yep, all that I can say is that God has a sense of humor and I am trying to find it. I am soooooooo ready for this baby to come and I think Matt may be even a little bit more. It seems like each day just gets a bit longer and added with anticipation. "Will this be the day?" nope. I feel I have gotten to the point that I have resigned to the fact that this baby is too happy inside and has decided that it won't come out. It is funny being on this end, funny not so much, rather than the end encouraging mamas that it will happen, babies come when they are ready, it is a good thing... I think I might want to punch someone who says that to me again. Or... what are "they" going to do? How long will "they" "let" you go? Excuse me? When did "they" get to have say over my baby, my body? "they" don't get to tell me anything. I have the advantage of being a midwife and saying this, however before that I am a woman and a mother and I will say what is best for my baby and me. I am not a risk taker and I don't live in fear. I REALLY want this baby here NOW, and... I also will wait for this baby to come. The timing is perfect and something we can't control, naturally that is. and believe me, if you have been around me at all this month you know how desperately I want an October baby, I should change that to wanted. November, here we come.

I could have done things to make it happen, or at least try, but I do trust my body and my God above all. I am not pretending that it isn't hard, because it is. There have been many tears and frustrations. I am not sleeping because my hips hurt, I can't do much because it all wears me out, I am cranky and probably not the best to be around. I want to hold my baby in my arms now, to find out who this new little Taplin person is. Do we get our Aowyn, or do we get our baby boy whose parents can't agree on their name? It makes me so excited to picture that sweet moment I get to bring that baby up into my arms and then I cry because I feel like it is never going to happen. Oh, the emotions and hormones of a pregnant mama!! God bless the men that deal with us. Sweet Will looked at me yesterday and said, "well at least you are getting smaller mama." I wanted to look at him and say, no, it's because this baby is soooo low that I "look" smaller when in reality it is just smashing everything else so I can't move. I didn't. :) OH, to look back in a few days and smile because of where I am now. For now, I will probably cry and then get back to attempting to do my normal life things. Tonight in honor of dressing up to take the kids to the church harvest party, I will go as the perpetual pregnant woman with a ninja and maybe mini spiderman? (Tobi could care less as long as he gets a sucka) Come on baby, let's go!


God is good! All the time!!