...Or Not.

So, the baby is still comfortably ensconced inside me.

I am determined not to be annoyed. God knows when this baby needs to be born.

I have packed the bag, talked to the insurance company, pre-registered at the hospital, etc. Friends and family are all prepared to come running at the phone call.

We have packed little presents for our toddler to open when he comes to see the baby.

Now we wait.

Mexican food Saturday night, Cajun last night, Thai tonight. If this baby doesn't come, we are bringing out the big guns and having Indian tomorrow night.

I have been admonished by more than one person to trust God in all of this, especially regarding timing. Ok. Ok. I get the message.