Ticking Time Bomb...

For the past three weeks, I've been dilated to 4 and 100% effaced.

I've felt an awful lot like a ticking time bomb.

Especially at my 36 weeks appointment when my doctor first told me that I was that dilated.

You see, my sweet husband had left that morning for a work trip,

my sister thankfully was able to come to the doctor appointment with me so I wasn't driving alone.

As the doctor told me this I had flashes of Father of the Bride 2 going through my mind,

(Annie's doctor tells her that the baby is at least a week away, so her husband goes on a business trip to Tokyo).

Thankfully, my sweet husband was only going to Ohio and only going for about a day 

(he flew out Thursday and flew back Friday).

As you can imagine, I started to freak out a little,

I really want my husband with me throughout the labor and delivery process.

I wish I could have seen his face when I told him the news.

I actually thought he was still on the plane so I just sent him a quick text telling him what the doctor told me.

He responded back with, "What?!!!"

Apparently, he had to change planes and I sent him a text just at the right time, the layover was like 15 minutes.

He also asked if he needed to come home that night.

I told him that the doctor was having me schedule my next appointment so I think he'd be fine.

Thankfully, he didn't come home because here we are three weeks later, and still no baby.

But we're okay, she can come when she is ready,

I thought Labor day would have been a fitting day for her to come, but apparently she felt differently... lol!

Labor Day was also exactly 39 weeks so technically she still has another week to bake if she'd like.

She was also very nice to her mom and my water didn't break while playing the organ,

this was a fear I had. How awful would that be, I mean seriously! August was my month to play, so thankfully we made it through!

I've had a lot of time to think recently and I have learned a few things that I would like to share.

I'm so grateful that we can learn from each other.

The night I got home from the doctor I read just about everyone of my friend's blogs that had talked about their birth story. It was very helpful to see what they went through and how they handled the situation. I'm so grateful for people who share, it really helped me! Infertility blogs really helped me as well during our battle with infertility. I'm so grateful that we can learn from each other.

On a side note, I've been thinking a lot about something one of my sister-in-laws said to me, it was during my first trimester, possibly the beginning of the second, I can't remember for sure. But she asked if I was sick. I said, "No, I've been really lucky." She said, "That's great! I'm so happy for you!" Then she said something along the lines of I'm sure many people have told you they hate you because it's so unfair that you aren't sick and they were so sick, or that they are super jealous. She said, "Why do women do that? Why can't we just be happy for people when they have good things happen to them?" That really made me think. As I thought about it more and more, I decided that I need do what she said and just be happy for people when good things come their way.
I'm so grateful that we get to continually learn and become better!