Oh Happy Day!

I absolutely love how the weather changes things. How the sunshine warms me from the inside out. It's amazing the difference from one month to the next. And although I feel like winter overstayed its welcome, it makes me all the more thankful that spring is here.

Even my doctor seemed to be in better spirits with the start of this month. She's an amazing doctor but sometimes when I share with her my complaints or worries, she gives me this look like, "Really? THAT is what you're whining about?"

But today was such a happy day. Jamey and I got off work at noon (too bad that is not an every day occurrence), and went to speak with a lawyer about creating a will for us. We want to do everything possible to make sure that our children are well taken care of should anything ever happen to us. We thought we were on top of the game and doing things right.

And we are, except that the lawyer was a little bit surprised at having people come in to make plans for their children before they are born, so he wasn't quite sure what to advise. I guess we're just too on top of things ;-)

After meeting with the lawyer, we drove up to Ann Arbor. Even though it was raining a bit...it just felt good.

I must admit. These weekly appointments get my hopes up that for one of them the doctor will say, "Oh look, she's big enough, let's induce NOW!" And I'm slightly disappointed when that doesn't happen. Slightly. Only because I know she hasn't cooked long enough, and I want this girl to be healthy!

But she did say something that put a huge smile on my face. I asked about being induced (I usually disagree with moms who just say oh I can't take it anymore please take my baby out when really it's not all that bad), and I trust my doctor to tell me when I'm just being unreasonable and I need to let nature take its course. She has always been right about those types of things. She told me I would most likely get my first period 12-16 weeks after Sam was born (which I just did not want to wait that long at all and was almost to the point of begging her to put me on something to speed things up)...and wouldn't you know, I got it 14 weeks TO THE HOUR. Then, when I didn't get another period for 5 weeks after that I was freaking out thinking that my cycles were all messed up, so I called because I wanted to be put on the pill. She told me to wait until the end of that second month and then we'd talk. I got my positive pregnancy test the NEXT DAY.

Yes, I'm impatient. I know this. And I've truly been tested. I spent all of 2012 waiting. January 16th to April 30th I spent waiting for Sam's arrival, only to meet him and say goodbye. April 30th to August I spent waiting for my first cycle. August to mid-September I waited to see if I was pregnant. September to December we waited to find out if this baby was healthy. I have not been the most graceful. But I have done it, and couldn't have faced this last year without God.

So...back to the smile on my face. My doctor told me that to be induced I have to be 39 weeks along...which puts me at the last week of May. But she admitted she did not expect me to make it that far. Although she couldn't possibly tell me with any certainty how early we'll be up at the hospital to meet our daughter, she did tell me that the best predictor of labor is previous pregnancies. Sam was born at 36 weeks. Although he was sick, she said she feels that because my body shouldn't have carried him that long anyway, it was a mixture of his illness and my body just knowing that he was ready. She said she'd be happy with anytime in May....and SO WOULD I!!!

So...although I know May isn't a guarantee, it just makes extremely excited. I feel like we've reached the home stretch, and I just can't wait until the day I get to look into the eyes of my baby girl.