July 29. A day that has been marked on my calendar for what seems like forever. A day that I have anticipated with so much excitement, joy and a little fear. Georgia’s “due date.” Due dates are funny you know. I mean you go to the doctor to find out you are expecting a little miracle in 9 months and they give you this date. This date that, in your mind, means you get to meet your prince or princess at least by then, if not before. This date that sort of neatly boxes in your birth plan and baby plan. Your family watches and waits. They change their plans so they aren’t traveling or doing anything at all really around that date. Your friends send encouraging texts and emails or call to check on you. “Is she coming?” they ask. “Any signs?” My sweet dad even asked me the other night, “So when do they think she’s coming?” “They,” I guess being the smarty pants doctors who labeled me with this date. And all the while all I have been able to say is, “I have no idea.” “Still no real labor signs but my waddle is quite impressive.”
The doctors had warned me about this. Reminded me over and over that my due date is just an estimate. That she’ll come when she’s ready. I’ve had so many friends have little bundles lately and they too have been able to offer the same words of advice. One of my closest friends from college watched her due date come and go, and didn’t get to meet her little nugget until over a week after. I prayed for her hard that week – just presuming that it must have been agony waiting on her little one. But then he came. This perfect little gift from above. And suddenly the calendar year became quite irrelevant. All that mattered was that he was here.
So while I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t tried every trick in the book to get her here today, Georgia’s not here yet. And as my due date comes and goes today with little signs of labor, (keep in mind its 5 am over here and I simply can’t sleep, so who know what the later part of today will bring, maybe a baby?) I am hopeful and I am grateful. Hopeful that the day is near when I get to hold my baby girl. And grateful for the time I get to carry her and protect her in a way I will never get to once she comes into this world. I am so glad I don’t make big, important decisions about the world because God has proven time and again He is much better at that. So, God just let me know when You are ready. And when she is ready. I’ll be waiting. As patiently as I humanly can (with a lot of help from you obviously).
And now I will try and lay down for another hour of sleep while I still can.
Happy Monday sweet friends.