When we announced our pregnancy last October the announcement read “No Tricks just a treat… our family is growing by two feet! May ’16”. Our expected due date was May 26 and although the doctor reminded me every appointment to count on a week or two after that, we anticipated meeting our newest little in May. It’s June 7th – 12 days past our due date and completely not what we expected, but Teagan is healthy and so am I. My village – you know, the people I couldn’t live without – text, call and Facebook asking me how I’m doing. They don’t ask if the baby has come yet since my Facebook page is void of pictures of a newborn. They don’t call me every day and they know I’ll ask if I need something. I love my village. Here’s how I’m really doing.
I feel great – actually better than I did on my due date. I have aches, pains, heartburn, headaches, and moments I feel emotionally spent. I don’t base how I’m doing on the physical discomforts anymore when I realized how powerful it is to choose joy each moment. I’m physically more uncomfortable now than on my due date, but choosing joy has brought a perspective I never could have imagined or experienced if Teagan had come at exactly 40 weeks.
I choose joy when my four-year-old has been talking all day (she can hold a conversation for hours) and I need quiet time, which seems more often than not.
I choose joy when I wake up with a migraine and my daughter is in high-demand wanting everything mode.
I choose joy when my hubby wakes up crabby – it’s because he chose to sleep on the couch so I could get a good night’s rest. Pregnancy hormones make it easy to forget how amazing he is!
I choose joy when I’m starving because my last meal was an hour ago and I can’t get through town because of all the construction.
I choose joy when it has been raining all day and I just want to sit outside on the deck in the sun.
I choose joy when there are no ice packs left in the freezer because they are all on the floor and I could not pick them up.
I choose joy when I wake up at 5 a.m. and can’t get back to sleep and then my four-year-old comes in at 5:30 a.m. to cuddle. This one isn’t as hard, because who doesn’t love to watch their child sleep?
I choose joy when there are more dishes in the sink and on the counter than in the cupboard because I had to choose between enjoying a bonfire outside and cleaning up. There just isn’t energy for both!
I choose joy in the tough parenting moments as heartburn is at it’s worst because I’m still a mom and choose to teach over letting my frustration boil over.
I choose joy when I wake up four times to pee and it also means grabbing a snack.
There are so many moments I’m choose joy over letting being tired, frustrated, annoyed, irritated and uncomfortable choose my actions for me. This has been after many of those not so proud moments, but I’m grateful I’ve had 12 extra days to choose joy and soak in the moments that bring out the blessings of having to wait. Today’s a good day to have a baby though, right?