I am so very ready to get this baby born, and get my body back to myself - but baby is happy and comfy right where he is, and he's not budging. Did I mention that I still have over a month to go? I shouldn't even be hoping that he's ready to come yet. So, as I said - patience. That's the key.
Children make you take your time. Late for a doctor's appointment? Too bad! Yelling only creates tears and delays leaving that much more. Tired of reading that same book for bedtime, two weeks in a row? Too bad! Just try 'losing' that book. More tears. Want just one more minute on the phone with a friend, five more minutes to do your hair? Ha! The children have other plans.
This, I think, is why the image of 'mother' is usually one of patience, kindness, a giving nature... etc. We start learning the lessons of parenting long before the husband. It's not built in. Mothering is not inherent. It's pounded in over days, weeks, and yes, even months before the baby is born when your belly is so swollen, there is no room for eating and you are sure your skin is going to pop because there cannot possibly be more give in it, no matter how much 'anti-stretch cream' (read: over-priced lotion) you slather on yourself. While baby is busy upsetting your balance, and playing bongos on your bladder, you learn patience. Because you have to.
But, for all that, there is joy...
