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Baby Come Out

"Please.  Oh, please come out baby...I just want to see you!"  This has been the resounding chorus of my sassy 7 year old.  With the last three babies coming early we all expected to welcome this little one weeks ago.  Day after day has rolled by and now I find myself 8 days overdue.  Never has this happened before.  The time has come...I'll be induced tonight...hopefully by this time tomorrow we will be holding a baby!!!




Let me just say, being 8 days overdue means everyone stares at me like I'm some kind of explosive devise ready to be detonated at any given moment! =) 

With the sweltering heat I am more than ready to meet this little one...yet there is a part of me that is treasuring every moment.  Being pregnant is one of the greatest miracles and I always miss it when it's over. 




As the days rolled by and the heat continued to rise doing much of anything had become more of a challenge.  Discouragement and feeling sorry for myself sure seemed appealing at times but where is the fun in that.  Nope.  I decided these last few days were a gift.  All the sleepless nights became wonderful memories of time spent alone with our baby.  Not something that is easy to come by in a house as full as ours.  We talked for hours...well...I talked she/he bounced.  Hmmmm   Maybe that's why she/he won't come out...I talk too much?!? =)  The days were filled spending time alone with each of our other children and thinking of all my summer blessings.  It has been exhausting but it has been wonderful!  Hope Y'all are enjoying summer as much as I am.




Just a few of my favorite things:

  1. Slamming of  the wooden screen door (Even if it is 45 times in 2 minutes)
  2. Rocking on the porch swing while reading a great book and sippin' a gallon of southern sweet tea
  3. The distinct sound of a proud hen who has just dropped yet another egg
  4. Cool nights spent gazing upon the starry sky
  5. The kids crazy laughter as they run through the sprinklers
  6. Watermelon on the rind
  7. Freshly squeezed lemonade
  8. Flea markets, garage sales and breezy car rides
  9. Dates with my honey
  10. Gardening
  11. Fresh juicy raspberries
  12. Moonlit walks with my man
  13. Key lime pie, Rhubarb pie, lemon pie, berry pie...REALLY...any pie
  14. Flip flops and sparkly toes
  15. Soap making with my sweetie
  16. Sweaty faces that beam with life and happiness
  17. Dancing Butterflies
  18. The aroma of freshly cut grass
  19. Hugs and kisses from sweaty kids
  20. Still nights with lots of time for me and God to talk
  21. lessons learned and learning on fear, trust, love and redemption
  22. A growing belly with a very bouncy baby
  23. I can still reach my feet =)
  24. AND did I mention pie...Yes, at this point it's all about the food!  LOL




By the way, last time I told you all that we were expecting a boy after being told it was for sure a girl.  Ha.  Well, this baby has a mind of it's own.  I ended up being rushed to the hospital after a nasty fall on Memorial Day and of course another ultrasound was done.  The doctor said: "We don't know if it's a boy or girl."  At that point what are you going to do but laugh.  Guess we are in for a surprise!

Until then...
Jessie 
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