A lesson in patience

I feel like I know better than to ask the Lord for patience. 

You hear that if you ask, he will only give you some sort of  "trial" helping me "grow" in patience. 

Well maybe I am sending the Lord signals unintentionally. 

We have tried almost everything we can think of to get this baby to come out.

Wine worked with Lucy so I have had 2 glasses. 

Not at the same time of course.

We have tried countless spices that have made sure I have no baby but a good amount of  heartburn.

I have heard Pineapple and Mango's are good for thinning your cervix.

 So I have eaten more Mango's the last 2 weeks than I have eaten my entire life. 

The funniest part about that is I have never liked mango's and I literally can not eat enough of them.

They are so good.

I am very thankful Matt is willing to spend 20 plus minutes each evening cutting one up for me. 

Last night my sweet husband brought me home the "pregnancy pizza" from Trio Cafe. 

It is rumored to put you into labor.

Surprise! It didn't work.

It was delicious but so not worth it. 

I did not go into labor and now feel like I stink so badly of Garlic that I could easily save the town from a blood sucking clan of vampires.

I have tried a couple other things as well but obviously I am still pregnant. 

I am just so anxious to meet this little boy or girl.

But..

As the moral of the story always goes I need to turn it over to the Lord. 

I need to enjoy being pregnant

I need to have faith that this baby will come when this baby is suppose to come.

I need to be patient.

I need to trust The Lord, (more so than just this situation).

Small lesson learned, it just took 39 weeks and 3 days to get here.

I love you!

One of my favorite things to do right now is rock Lucy to sleep. 

I know she is 3 and this may be a bad habit but I just can't help it.

She is adorable, prime example.. 

The other night as I was rocking her I said....

I love you Lucy

Lucy giggled and replied: 

Everybody loves me.  

Yep. she is that cool!

Kindergarten

He is too big, sometimes it is too much to think about.

My son is a kindergartner. 

Thinking about it makes me cry.

Matt and I decided its what makes the difference between a Mom and Dad.

Matt sent his son off to Mrs. Young's class so proud to be Jacks Papa.

me too, but

I sent my son off  forever, he may well go off to college. I am so sad he is so big. 

Really more than anything I have no idea when he got so big. 

I swear he was born yesterday. 

On the flip side..

After having a week to process the idea that Jack is in kindergarten I have officially decided Jack was made to go to school. 

He loves everything about it.

He loves recess and even more so he loves to learn. 

Anything and Everything he wants to know Anything AND Everything about it. 

And although he is not too talkative about who he talks to and what he did at circle time he is more than willing to tell you about 

Owls

 The Moon

how high he can count

what sound a "J" makes and what words start with "J"

and 

Earthquakes 

plus anything else you could think of.

because of this I am starting to get more and more excited to have a kindergartner and I am exceptionally stoked and proud to be this kindergartners Mommy!

38 weeks

2 weeks to go....

I hope less, but based on my pregnancy with Lu. 12 days and counting. 

I am excited. 

9 months is a loooong time to be pregnant. 

I went the Dr. yesterday for my weekly and am still dilated to a 1 for the 3rd week in a row. Baby is very comfortable and hasn't dropped at all. 
This may or may not have sent me into a minor to large break down.
I took a nap and aside from feeling anxious feel like a have a better grasp on the situation.

Thinking more this baby is a girl though. 

On the plus side this gives me more time to enjoy mango's. I have never liked mango's ever. 
Now I have Matt cutting them up for me so often his hand have calluses.
But the passion I have for Mango's are stronger than I could ever imagine. 

I'm bummed a little too. 

I won't feel a baby in my stomach again. 

That makes me a little sad. 

There is nothing like it. 

Not to mention how life is going to change. 

My Lucy isn't going to be my baby anymore. 

I worry how she is going to react to baby. She is such a little mommy that I know she will do so well but just thinking about it makes me emotional.

There are a lot of feelings that come with having only 2 weeks to go till life takes another big turn. 

Regardless change is coming. 

I know God is good. 

And the fact he is blessing Matt and I with another beautiful baby is nothing short of proof of that.