We are a family waiting for a baby. Sometimes, I liken us to a family where the Mom (that's me) is pregnant, and we are all anxiously and eagerly waiting for the day when the baby is born.
Except with the possibility of a much longer labor period, and without the big belly and over-the-top emotion swings.
This week, I almost went into labor early. Except without all the incubators and ventilators and feeding tubes and not being able to hold the baby. When Randy and I were away, we got a phone call for a 2-week-old baby girl. She had to be placed right away, and since we weren't home, she had to go somewhere else.
It was a little disappointing, but honestly, only a little. Because I know that since it didn't work out, she wasn't our baby. God will deliver our baby when the time is right. Not when I think it's right, but when He knows it's right.
And anyway, my due date's not until November.