"You can’t hurry Love..."

 ...no, you just have to wait, she said Love don’t come easy. It’s a game of give and take. The Supremes were exactly right. Maybe Diana Ross was pregnant when she wrote that song. Today I feel really pregnant. Very, very pregnant.  The muscle on the side of my stomach hurts from carrying this extra weight, or maybe from sleeping the wrong way. Either way, a pulled pregnant muscle sucks. Everything my husband says hurts my feelings. I cried this morning and this evening, somehow believing that his work projects are keeping our baby from being born, subconsciously sending her “stay in there, wait just a little longer” energy.  But despite my prego hormones, vanity still overruled as I sat in the hot Dominican salon to make sure my hair was pressed for the big event. What was sweet was that all the stylists wished me luck and said prayers to me in Spanish.  Now it’s 1 in the morning. I don’t know why I have heartburn, since I ate 4 hours ago, perhaps she’s saying I need to eat again. But mama said, "You can’t hurry Love, you just have to wait." Maybe this is what parenthood is really all about, give and take.

I give myself more water to obey the midwife orders, and then the baby makes sure I take myself to the bathroom every time I sit up/my feet touch the ground. The good thing is I’m saved. And God knows me so well. Just when the emotional roller coaster begins to peak, my God steps in and says, “it’s okay, daughter, calm down I’m right here. You’re almost there, you’re doing good.” I brushed that off with the waaahhh, waaahh, and allow the roller coaster to go down the emotional valley, just to allow Him to scoop me up, just as in His word in James 5, 7: “Be patient. Think about the farmer who waits for precious fruit out the ground. Be patient and strengthen your heart.” I love God and I love this baby, too.

 So world, I’ve been pregnant exactly, 277 days. O. M. G. Hear my heart when I say I’m grateful. I wouldn’t trade this blessing for the world. It’s just at this moment, the only song I have to describe it is, “The Never Ending Story…” Can’t you just see that big furry, fluffy monster laughing at me from afar singing, “The Never Ending Story…” What was that thing? Ok. Well let the record show that I just went on my last date without the need for a babysitter. Thanks, honey. Even though you get on my nerves. No, you didn't get on my nerves, what can I say instead of that? It's just that my nerves are on the outside of my stomach because my skin has stretched so far that they're easier to get to. And my uterus is playing Ding Dong Ditch with me (i really want to use the non-pc urban name, LOL).

Remember,

"You can't hurry love

No, you just have to wait

She said trust, give it time

No matter how long it takes".... i love you baby