Even though I know that a baby can come anytime between 37 and 42 weeks, there is still that thought of where are you? that crosses the mind of a woman who has gone past the estimated date of her baby’s birth. This is the greatest test of patience there is, I think.
And so, we wait. I am fortunate to feel good considering. We all are fortunate that the second-coldest and snowiest February on record (since 1899) in our little Montana town has come to a close. The days are longer. Spring is coming, even if the several feet of snow on our lawn says otherwise. We spend our evenings eating dinner together then watching sections of James Bond movies, and I hurry to bed before I turn into a pumpkin at 9:00.
Every time I wake up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom I am surprised that it’s not time. But one day soon it will be. And weeks or months or even years from now, I’ll sit and think about these precious days of anticipation, waiting for and wondering about this new person who was about to join our world for life.