37

Well, it's official. I am considered full term now that I've reached the 37 week mark!

And now we play the waiting game.

It's a funny thing, when you think about it. To be waiting, but not know specifically what I am waiting for. With Camille the waiting game ended when my water broke. But that only happens in about 1 out of 10 pregnancies. This time I don't know if I'm waiting for my water to break or if I'm waiting for real* contractions to begin.

*I say "real" contractions because I have been feeling many contractions for several months. I will admit, though, that in the past week or so they have become much more frequent and uncomfortable.

So while we wait we finish preparing for this new little one. Are the cloth diapers ready? Is the pack n' play set up? Are the baby clothes washed?

And then I got to thinking...This is how we are supposed to be waiting for Christ's return! No, not with clean baby clothes. It makes my heart sad to think that I have been waiting more expectantly for this baby to arrive than I have for Jesus' return. But at least for the first time in my life (for some reason I didn't think about this with Camille) I am really understanding Matthew 24:36 - We don't know the day or hour Jesus will return! And similarly, I don't know the day or the hour this baby will come.

I pray that, even after our babe is born, I will remember this urgency to be prepared for Jesus to return. And, more importantly, to make sure others are ready for His return as well!

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On a related (and yet completely unrelated) note, I have a funny story to share with you about Camille:

We were listening to KTIS (the local Christian radio station) on the radio in the car yesterday and there was a song about the Messiah. I was trying to explain to C that the Messiah is Jesus. Or, rather, Jesus is the Messiah. Really, knowing full well (well, almost full well) that I was only confusing her. But instead of hearing me say "Messiah," Camille was hearing the name "Josiah." (As many of you know, friends of ours have a new son named Josiah, who Camille has met and talks about often.) Well, now she thinks that Josiah is Jesus. Oh dear, how am I going to straighten this one out?!