4th Quarter with seconds to go.......

Being this far along in the game-(the game being pregnancy) is kind of like the end of the 4th quarter with seconds to go. You know it's coming to and end, but when? Good question.... and one that EVERYONE seems to be asking. The doctor gives you a due date but the baby will come when my body says it is time. It was at this point with my pregnancy with Lucy that I had a brief inactivity at church... lasted only 3 weeks, but it was NICE. No questioning. No "oh my gosh you are huge." No," you haven't had that baby yet?" What I wanted to do was YELL from the pulpit on the 1st Sunday- you know when you are allowed to get up and say whatever you want. But I didn't. Graciously, every Sunday I answer everyone's question that I will have this baby and my due date isn't for a few more weeks... but no more people, NO MORE. From now until the baby comes- due to my fragile state- I will start messing with you, because sometimes I think you are messing with me. Yesterday, I told one couple that I am not due for 3 months and I am having octuplets. I laughed and walked away. More than anyone can imagine I want this baby here, but asking me incessently won't make it happen any sooner. No one more than me wants my body back, the ability to shave my legs without cutting off my air passageway, to paint my toenails, to tie my shoes, bend over and stretch my lower back, cross my legs, and look in the mirror without seeing myself looking like I am wearing football shoulder pads.
Seconds left in the game can feel like hours, days, years... but soon enough it will come to an end.