Time Is Standing Still.

This is not a rant a complaint but rather an self-proclaimed observation.

You get to a point in pregnancy when there really isn't much left to do but sit and wait. You're waiting for that magical day to happen when all of a sudden you lose your mucus plug (ick! even the word sounds gross!), your water breaks or you begin having contractions. Each of these "events" don't sound like much fun but they do however signify a powerful moment when the pregnancy journey is about to end. Phew!

The nursery is complete - props to Patrick for all of HIS hard work, baby shower thrown, Aedan has enough clothes, diapers and wipes to get him through at least the first week, I've taken my birthing class, am practicing my breathing, and Pat has promised to work on my ipod playlist of soothing sounds that of course will not include any old school LL Cool J or Rob Zombie surprises as motivation to get me through the last stage of birth.

We're now just about 34 weeks in and all I have to do is sit, think and imagine what my life will be like in 6 weeks, give or take. For any of you that really know me, I am no good at waiting. I might very well be one of the most impatient people you know. However, I am able to hide this truth very well but if you were inside of my brain you'd hear a very different story. I'm not proud of it.

Maybe this is God's way of teaching me the art of patience? If he is, I am not a very good student.