They don’t call it false labor for nothing. It starts like labor, feels like labor and looks like labor. Then out of nowhere, it stops. And you’re left a little more tired, and worn for the wear, but mostly your same full-term pregnant self.
At 37ish weeks, I’ve been having frequent Braxton Hicks for more than a week, Connor has dropped, and it feels like my body is ready. So we’re making some last minute preparations; overnight bags are packed, and the freezer is stocked with easy meals. This weekend, Michael and I managed to squeeze in a date (minus Ryan), and we also took some time to capture some final photos of our family of three.
The miracle of life and creation, reproduction and child birth is not lost of me. And when I let myself really think about it I’m amazed and overwhelmed by the opportunity to partner with God in this experience. I’m also amused by how he invites us to play a role in creation, but at the end of the day—he’s still in charge, especially considering the timing of birth. We can track and measure the progress of our pregnancies, but the baby will arrive according to God's timing. And there’s nothing more to it than that.