Still Waiting...

*This should have posted last week but it didn't go through for some reason.*

"Worry implies that we don’t quite trust that God is big enough, powerful enough, or loving enough to take care of what is happening in our lives."  -Francis Chan, Crazy Love

Well, our due date came and went.  Oh well.  It was only a date on our calendar; it wasn't on Beckett's.  He'll come when he's good and ready!

Also, we found out last Friday that B has developed a heart arrythmia, called fetal premature atrial contraction (PAC).  That's just a fancy term for an irregular heartbeat.  It happens in 1-2% of pregnancies.  It usually resolves itself spontaneously prior to delivery.  If not, it usually resolves itself in the first six weeks. 

Although neither of these things are really any cause for concern, it's hard to not worry.  Will he ever come on his own?  How will labor go given that he'll be bigger?  Will his sweet little heart revert to a normal rhythm by the time we meet him?  Will he need any special care if it doesn't?

These things cross my mind on occasion, but I don't let them stay.  After the past few years, it's easy to remind myself that I'm not in control of any of this.  I'm just along for the ride.  God knows Beckett's birthday and each beat of his heart, just as He knows the number of hairs on his head and a million other things that we don't. 

So, I fix my mind instead on daydreaming of the big day.  The thrill of realizing "it's time."  Driving to the hospital.  Kolby.  The teamwork of labor.  Family waiting.  Friends waiting.  The moment we meet our son.  The moment I hold him.  The moment I take a good look at his face, take it all in.  Kolby.  Realizing this is real---that we have a child of our own.  Oh my..... I just can't wait!!!

Here's to hoping that 40 weeks will be our last pregnancy picture!