*Side Note: It is not a pretty sight nor is it productive to pout...*
I pouted for about a week or so...then I got a grip and just started praying. I prayed that my baby would be happy and healthy and beautiful. I told the Lord that I didn't care anymore how he got here I just wanted him here safely. If I had to have a c-section then so be it.
I had an ultrasound yesterday to determine (once and for all) where that crazy placenta was.
*Another side note: If you haven't read the other blogs...my placenta is stubborn. It has not moved one bit over the past 7 1/2 months*
And wouldn't you know...IT MOVED!!!!! It is completely out of the way. In two weeks...the impossible happened.
How good is our God?
I keep a journal for Eddie. I share with him my excitement, my joy, my pregnancy experience (the boy version), and lessons I have learned along the way. I tell him about his family and my friends and our God. Today my lesson was simple:
"Give all your worries and cares to God, for he cares about you."
1 Peter 5:7
So, dear friends, there is no need to be worry warts. Warts are not pretty, productive or necessary. Our Daddy always takes care of us.
Blessings