The Expectant Mother

As we're nearing our court date (still no court date! Stink!) I can't help but think back to that time in my pregnancies that I knew at any moment I'd be ready to deliver. That time was filled with joyful anticipation with Alex, preparing for this crazy thing called motherhood. But with the girls it was slightly painful physically and there was a measure of uncertainty with delivering twins as a "high risk delivery". And now I sit here again. Pregnant with anticipation. This time I'm not delivering a baby, I'm flying across the world to reclaim what is rightfully mine.
And it feels no different.
Picking out cute new clothes for our little guy, new toys that will be "just his", carving out space for one more...
The things we're gathering and tasks that need to be done might be a little different this time around, but in my heart it's all the same.
Any minute now our time will come. My baby will come home. Our family will be complete.
At least for the time being, that is. God and His crazy schemes might lay more children on our hearts. We're prepared for that eventuality.
But for right now we'll bask on our almost-a-family-of-6ness.

Yes, I am an expectant mother. Thank God I don't have to nurse this one.

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