Well I am 38 weeks, 1 day pregnant and still counting. Today Kevin & I went into our doctors appointment in a great mood, so excited to be checked (which is hilarious by the way...this will definitely be the only time I ever get excited about being "checked" by a doctor...awkward) and see what/ if any progress had been made. No more progress...still just 1 cm dialated and really nothing else major going on. Darn. BUT, then we had an ultrasound and got to see our precious baby boy's face on that monitor again. It was such a clear picture of his face with his little pug nose and big, full lips. Kevin got to use the sonar and find the heartbeat himself, which was awesome. We sat there thinking, "this will be the last time we see Eli inside of my belly", witnessing the miracle that there is really a baby in there and as disappointed as we thought we would be...we weren't!
The truth is...he has to come out and at the most it will be another 13 days on his due date, November 3rd. BUT we are so blessed beyond measure. To carry a baby...a healthy baby...and not have many complications (besides morning sickness and such) is such a blessing. People take it for granted and even though this last week has honestly been pretty miserable, I wouldn't trade it for the world. I would do this all again and hope to before too, too long!
So what's the worst that will happen until God reveals Eli's birthday to us all? Kevin and I will spend time together, being in love and enjoying these last rolls, tumbles and kicks that we get to see going on in my belly. And we know that before long, we will be holding our beautiful baby boy in our arms and this "waiting game" will just be a memory for the books.
