Well… I have been given another opportunity to practice patience and it is rough. At least this time I have my husband at my side while we anticipate the post womb appearance of our little Blessing, who mind you, is already a few days past her due date. 

After months of growing her in the womb, experiencing every pregnancy symptom I have ever heard of, and feeling like death might be the easier option, I never would have guessed how hard the past week would be. Awaiting the tiny little cry of our Blessing has been rather all consuming of our thoughts. 

While I do not look forward to the actual labor (because oww…) I eagerly await any sign labor is starting. The end of this pregnancy seems to be nowhere in sight despite my knowledge that she will come soon. 

The virtue of patience is an unceasing practice and one I need more grace to routine.

J.M.J.