Maybe it's that I was in the gym, at least 4 days a week, up until the middle of the 37th week. I did think then, unintentionally, when I stop teaching aerobics, 'Ok, now it's time.' Whether or not that is what the baby and God had decided. And it's been 3 weeks since then.
We are just excited to meet this baby. And I DO get asked every 6 minutes if the baby will be born today by one of my girls.
Thankfully it's God and the baby that decide. She knows just what to do. I know what to do. And God, he's watching out for me in the most wonderfully and sweet ways.
I keep my thoughts on what is noble, pure, right....
I am enjoying meditating on Colossians 1:10-12.
'That you may live a life worthy of the Lord and may please him in every way; bearing fruit in every good work, growing in the knowledge of God, being strengthened with all power according to his glorious might so that you may have great ENDURANCE and PATIENCE, and JOYFULLY giving thanks to the Father.' I. cannot. get. enough. of. that.
I really am still unbelievably comfortable. Praise God. To be at the end. Nothing bothers me much. Except my back. Upper back. So I sit, which is what someone who is 40 weeks pregnant wants to do, and it hurts. So then I stand.
And the girls are understanding more and more that this date was a prediction from the doctor. That thankfully, God is the author of life and that HE will chose her birth day. 'Perseverance must finish it's work so that you may be mature and complete, not lacking anything.' James 1:4
I pray that she is laid back, like Vivian. That she is a good eater and sleeper, like Carlisle. And that she is a lover, like Evelyn.
Our days are full. A new kind of 'full'. FULL now means sunshiny afternoons, bubble blowing, manicures and pedicures, lazy dinners on the back deck and HOURS and HOURS of bike riding. I read a book cover to cover one night. I'm serious.