Today is my due date. Or rather, the boy’s due date. So far, he has not shown up. (In true Wylie fashion.) He is allowed to be late– I know that he’ll come out when he’s ready, and I have a lot of respect for the system that God set up, as far as babies knowing when to be born, and Mama’s bodies knowing what to do. However, I would really like to meet him.
Working in my favor: He is now 40 weeks gestation. There are thunderstorms, and therefore falling barometric pressure, and tonight is a full moon. Tim’s gassing up the car on the way home. We shall see.
cheezwizlizbiz | 07-Nov-06 at 12:19 am | Permalink
praying, praying. *hug*