The Waiting Game

I would never list patience as a characteristic of mine. The last few weeks I’ve been quite surprised at how calm and patient I was waiting on the little guy to make his appearance. The more “normal” me began showing up last week around his due date wondering when the big event would finally come. I did stop and laugh at myself on Friday – why did I suddenly think our son would show up on or before his due date? I had joked with Trent since we first learned I was pregnant that he would most likely inherit my stubbornness and be late. Clearly, I knew what I was talking about better 8 months ago than I did now.

Yesterday Trent & I went to the OB’s office so the baby could have a nonstress test (NST). Basically, the doctor was checking to see that the baby is still happy where he is. He passed with flying colors. In the meantime, the doctor checked the induction schedule at our hospital and learned it was fully booked for the next week! Honestly, I was happy about both things. It was good to have that reassurance our little boy is fine and I really don’t want to be induced so knowing there are no slots was a plus. This buys us more time to let our son make the decision. And, if he continues to stay put, he’ll have another NST on Friday to check again that all is well.

So, we continue to wait…