It starts around three in the morning, this inability to sleep.
There’s nothing to do at this point but make another pilgrimage to the bathroom. On my way down, it occurs to me that I’ve never once paused to be thankful for not tumbling down the stairs during my uneven state of half-asleep hallway meanderings.
In fact, there are a great many things I should really take the time to be consciously be thankful for that have happened over the past few months.
(And in case you’re wondering, getting one more extension on inducing is one of them. We now have until next Tuesday, July 16.)
I can tell I haven’t done that recently – been consciously, list it out, write it down, thankful.
A few hours ago, my husband hugged me before bed. He told me to try to enjoy these last few days of pregnancy the best I could. I snorted like some sort of Spanish bull.
But it’s what I’ve thought about all night, in a roundabout sort of way. How to be thankful for things in your life you don’t feel thankful for.
Nightly bathroom walks. 14 pounds of baby tucked safely between my ribs and hips. This period of what feels like constant waiting, waiting, waiting.
To be honest, sometimes all I want to do is gripe to myself. Feel sorry for myself. Take shower after shower because it’s one of the only sensory things that takes all the discomfort away as I wait for these babies to arrive.
I believed the stories that everyone told me about twins coming early. 36 weeks, 37 weeks, 38 weeks. I ticked them off on my fingers and held my breath. Any day. Any day now.
And yet, this coming Monday marks 39 weeks. I never expected to carry this long. Quite the opposite, in fact. And now that it’s here, I’m having the audacity not to be thankful for it?
I climb back in bed, rearrange my pillows for the millionth time, and wait for the babies to settle in. This is always a reassuring part of my evenings, because I can feel both girls readjusting themselves from vertical to horizontal. I put a hand on my stomach and wait patiently for them to calm. One of them responds, a small movement tracing itself under my palm.
For this, I can choose to be thankful. It really can be that simple. Gratitude can be a choice. David the psalmist made it in Psalm 130:
5 I wait for the Lord, my whole being waits,
and in his word I put my hope.
6 I wait for the Lord
more than watchmen wait for the morning,
more than watchmen wait for the morning.
He continued to wait – enough so that he wrote down his metaphor twice to remind himself of his intent.
But notice his focus. He was waiting not on the thing that was coming, but on God himself. On God who never failed him, never left him, never gave him any cause to doubt His provision.
So. Here in our little corner of Taylors Falls, we continue to wait. And in my case, take plenty of naps.
3 thoughts on “38 weeks and 6 days: The Waiting Games”
And love the photo.
And love the girls resituating themselves.
And love you.
Wait and rest in the Lord’s arms as He will carry you when you can’t make it on your own. Praying for strength for every moment of every day, and hoping that today will be the day. This mother’s heart aches for you. Some day you will feel the same as you watch and wait with your precious daughters, but for now rest and rejoice in the miracles that reside within you. I love you. Mom
You’re a fellow blogger, so glad I saw it on facebook! Great photo