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Pray, drink organic raspberry leaf tea, prenatal yoga, gym, other physical activities :), go to college football games, finish up my last semester of grad school, dance around the living room, walk until my feet can't take it anymore, go swimming almost every night, visit what seems like everyone in the world, receive a bazillion texts/voicemails/FB messages saying, "Where's the baby?"...there's really not much more I can do. One thing I will NOT do: caster oil. I've heard only terrible, I mean truly, horrifying stories from women who tried caster oil. Don't waste your time in trying to convince me, I WILL NOT TAKE CASTER OIL.

So maybe this little guy just needs a few more days. Or maybe he's been eavesdropping in on all the conversations happening in front of him, and realizes there are way too many excited grandparents, friends, neighbors, family, people from church that won't give him a moment of peace once he leaves his watery world and is forced to be held by ALL    THESE    PEOPLE. Maybe he's a chill kid and just wants a moment of reflection before the chaos. Or perhaps like his mom (and dad too :) he's a bit of a procrastinator.

Whatever the reason, I'm willing to give him the time he needs. Yes my hips feel broken every time I move from standing to sitting, or sitting to standing. I still wake up a handful of times at night to make a bathroom trip-sometimes even fall asleep on the toilet, lol. People still gawk at the gym-as if strengthening your child's heart muscles was a bad thing. My poor husband still asks me every morning, quite reluctantly, "Do I have to go to work today?" And the whole Jones family is coming into town next week. Somehow amidst all that, I've come to a place of peace. Truly a task if you know little ol' impatient me :) But really, what's the rush? Why does he need to come right now? Because our schedules desire that? Because we can't wait? Because we can't handle not knowing?

There is one thing I know: I am not in control. The one who is, is far more powerful, loving and wonderful than I will ever be. God loves this baby more than I do-a very hard concept to wrap my brain around! So I choose to go by his perfect timing. Maybe once this kettle isn't watched so closely it'll start to boil-who knows.