With a week and a half to go until D Day (and less than two weeks max), I'm definitely starting to think more about when "it" will happen, how, etc. It's all such a fascinating part of the mystery!
I had a great talk with Kirk this morning about being at peace with what is meant to be. Peace is my favorite word, and it comes in especially handy right now. Peace about how the delivery will happen. Peace that I am about to embark on something that there’s literally no way to prepare for. Peace that I might be induced and have to go to bed one night (and try to sleep!) knowing I’ll be a mother the next day. And peace that the baby will be healthy. I know it will all happen the way it’s meant to, unfolding in a way that none of us are meant to know. But it's still a little nervewracking!
It reminds me of a quote I had on my mirror for a time; I just love it.
While I wait, the world is conspiring in my favor.
I won't try to change things, push the flow, or control the circumstances. I will embrace the discomfort of waiting, using this time to strengthen my personal power, which no outside person or event can ever give me.
So if you are looking for me, I'll be busy strengthening my personal power, embracing the discomfort of waiting for the world to conspire to bring Baby Wright into the world! Peace!!