Days of Our {Waiting For Baby} Lives

You guys, I wish that this baby story was moving a long a little faster than a soap opera script, but you know the Good Lord's timeline is rarely synced to my personal family calendar or my biological clock or my list of reasonable reasons why four days ago would have been a perfect time to give birth.

In the mean time, while I wayyyyyyyyyt for the ol' uterus to wake up and show this baby who's boss, I'm doing my best just to savor life as it is, and to be truly present to all that is happening right here, right now.

There's a few things that truly are helping me stay off the self-pity train...

1.  Surprises...

On Friday night the fam dashed into Target to grab a few things, and while I was deliberating over the ever-engrossing 1,000 varieties of mascara, the boys snuck away for a few minutes and returned to the make-up isle with a lovely bouquet of flowers just for me!

They were so proud of themselves, telling me in great detail how they know I love yellow and how they each pooled their money together instead of buying more gum and Hot Wheels because they knew that flowers would cheer me up!  They were so right!

It's magical how flowers can suddenly fade all of the brawling, bickering and complaining that's been brewing amongst the boys here lately.  *gasp*  Yes, it's true, our boys are normal (translation: they can be naughty, very naughty) amazing, but normal.

2.  Good Intentions...

I hope you all know that just because I haven't had the chance to truly "labor" over your prayer requests, it doesn't mean that I haven't already begun lifting every single intention up with love.  My sweet friend, Melissa, who creates all of the lovely jewelry at Divine Designs sent me the most beautiful, heavenly smelling candle.  It arrived on my doorstep at the perfect time, and I've been lighting it several times every single day in honor of all of you, who have been so kind as to share your requests with me.  

3.  Knowing I'm Not Alone...

{Chasing the boys and playing fetch has been replaced by full-time lounging and frequent naps}

A few weeks ago we discovered that our golden retriever, Rose, is also prego.  Let's just say she and another golden in the neighborhood busted out of the backyard fence to let their love "bloom." Their little rendezvous, at an undisclosed location in the neighborhood, should not have come to us as some great surprise since they had been howling at each other for weeks prior to the midnight soiree.  

The daddy's name is Bear if that's any indication of his size and stature.  So, more than likely Rose's bulging belly swagger is due to the Herculean pups she's carrying.  I really do feel sorry for her.  She's usually so sweet and spritely, but has become a bit of a Debbie Downer as of late.  

Maybe we're having sympathy pains for each other.

But, seriously, if she goes into labor before I do, I will no longer feel sorry for her. And, I'm going to cry. A lot.

Last night I ate spicy hot wings and managed to torque myself into a myriad of yoga poses that are supposed to be labor inducing.  Epic failure from both.  If it wasn't for the rain, I'd be out on the trampoline bouncing things into action right now.

If you have any tricks of your own to share, don't hold back, I'm just about ready to try anything!

Thanks for hanging in there with me!