Starting the third week of no work and all rest, I've decided to give up or give in and assume that eventually I will have this baby. Maybe not today or tomorrow, but sometime before the month of May is over.
I suppose that aside from the selfishness of having children because people want to, maybe they're meant to teach us things. I think this one is trying to teach me some patience. Anyone who knows me is probably laughing already -- I'm not a naturally patient person. Waiting on someone else frustrates me. I like having a schedule (mine), and then sticking to it.
This is nothing new. One of the reasons that teaching is great is because there's a schedule and within that schedule there's a plan for each hour -- a plan that I get to make. So, I've been spoiled with the teaching. Even when I was little, I hated working on other people's schedules and couldn't understand waiting for things.
Well, my brother was a little different. I remember him taking two hours to eat dinner. He used to be slow at everything. We were constantly waiting on him. Mom would say that he'd never have ulcers, but that she'd end up with ulcers from waiting on him. Deja vu all over again.
I think this baby is going to teach me some patience. Clearly, we're already at the mercy of his schedule. Soon, there will be nothing that's on my schedule so I might as well start getting used to this non-schedule / schedule that's not mine. Maybe I'll set aside some time for that today.