I like to think of myself as quite a patient person. I don’t get too stressed out about the small things. I have endless patience with my 2 1/2 year old much more than I ever thought I would and I’m happy to plod along sometimes. (That’s the Taurean in me I think!) But waiting when there seems like no end in sight I am finding hugely challenging. You see I’m waiting for baby number two to make an appearance and it is hard! The hardest thing I can remember doing for a while. There is literally nothing you can do but sit and wait and I find myself endless googling labour symptoms. My patience is at an end. Five days overdue I have none – it is gone.
However, writing this blog post is forcing me to look to the future, I know rationally this will all be over in a week. The toddler is back at nursery on Tuesday so the days wont stretch out in front of me like they have done the past few days and I’m sure I’ll soon be wondering why I thought it was so hard having just one child instead of two. Yes I’m impatient for this baby but I know good things come to those who wait. I’m looking forward to birthing this baby – that utterly adorable helpless stage, the nesting, the smallness and being in that new baby cocoon which only lasts a few weeks.
Plus this will likely be it for my baby making days. I don’t think we will have more than two children, I won’t ever experience the highs (and lows!) of being pregnant again, feel a baby kicking around inside of me, my husband putting his hand on my belly to feel the baby kick or Annie stuffing food onto my belly to “feed her sister.” The pregnancy stage will soon be a memory. Gone in the blink of an eye. I must cherish the waiting – this little girl will be worth the wait.