Love is Patient

I'm starting think God got it wrong on this one. Love isn't patient. I'm almost four days overdue with Jake, whom I love very much. And my patients are wearing very quickly.

I think being overdue is one of the cruelest ways to learn to be patient. I know it's only been three whole days since his due date, but I really want to hold him. I know he's coming..... you think I'd find comfort in that. But nope, I want to hold him NOW!

I was doing pretty well until tonight. I told my parents both goodnight and went upstairs to take a quick bath and head to bed. As I stepped into the bath, my pregnancy emotions totally overtook me and I just cried. I just want to see Jake's ten little fingers and ten little toes. I'm tired of guessing what color eyes or hair he'll have or how much he'll weigh.

But then I got to thinking about the two Riverview moms who lost their babies this summer and I thought, my waiting a few extra days is nothing compared to what they are continuing to deal with. So I pulled myself out of my pity party and decided that I can learn patience.


Love is patient. Love is patient. Love is patient. Love is patient. Love is patient.