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.