Patience Has Arrived...

There's nothing quite like waking up with a sick child and you yourself feeling like you've been hit by a bus to cure you of the desire to go into labor any second.  Silas and I both woke up with colds this morning. Normally, a cold is not that big of a deal but add that to being 9 months pregnant and my body is completely worn out.  Funny how yesterday I would have given anything to go into labor and today I am terrified of the thought.  I REALLY hope this sweet babe doesn't arrive until this bug (even though a small one) has made its way through our house.  The thought of going through labor, not sleeping for days on end, and attempting to get back into breastfeeding mode seems nearly impossible when my head is throbbing, my body aches, and I can't breathe.  Once again, thanks for listening to me complain.  This, too, shall pass.  And I know and fully believe that God's timing is best and He will bring this child into the world when He thinks it best.  I'm just hoping that's not tonight.  Right now, sleep sounds way more appealing.

P.S.  Aren't you glad you're not married to me?  To say that my mood/hormones have been a roller coaster lately is an understatement.  But honestly, my husband has completely picked up the slack and has been SO good to me.  And I know it hasn't been easy.  So babe, thanks.  I appreciate you more than I can express!