Of all the things that God has so graciously given to me patience isn't one of them. In fact I think he completely neglected it all together. I don't like to wait...for anything. I don't sit still well at all (I am constantly fidgetting), I think cookies should be cool as soon as they come out of the oven (then I wouldn't burn my tongue) and slow drivers should just move! The faster something gets done the less time I have to wait for the finished product. I used to pray
"Lord, please hurry up and give me patience! I'm sick of waiting." Seems a little futile I know but well I was desperate.
Corey on the other hand has this abundance of patience (I'm still looking into whether or not he has my "missing patience" stored up somewhere.) He loves the anticipation that comes with waiting. Nothing is a rush for him, everything happens in it's time and that's just how he likes it. As I'm sure you can imagine we make quite the pair....tortouse and Hair we are.
Now I thought waiting for our wedding day would be the hardest thing I would have to wait for. Boy was I wrong! Waiting for this baby to get out is waaaaay harder. I mean seriously 9 months (or more like 10) pregnant? Not only are we excited to meet our little one but I am getting tired of nothing fitting, having to pee every 15 minutes and the incredible mood swings. I thought my lack of patience was bad before, well those lovely pregnancy hormones have definately helped to magnify the drama queen in me.
Thank goodness we are heading for the home stretch. Once we are a little closer she is more than welcome early! I have more room out here for a baby than I do in there, trust me! And I am standing firm on what I've told the doctor - once I go into labor 4 hours tops. That's what I figure I can handle...I mean you're kidding me if you think I want to wait through 40 hours of labor!
The doctor laughed! Called me crazy and laughed some more. Hmmmmm I don't think it's even the slightest bit funny!