{"id":18282,"date":"2017-11-21T07:47:12","date_gmt":"2017-11-21T13:47:12","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/bekahcubed.menterz.com\/blog\/?p=18282"},"modified":"2017-11-21T08:29:02","modified_gmt":"2017-11-21T14:29:02","slug":"any-day-now-sometime-next-month","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/bekahcubed.menterz.com\/blog\/2017\/20171121-18282.htm","title":{"rendered":"<strike>Any day now <\/strike> Sometime next month"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>With my other pregnancies, I was reticent to make predictions about when baby was coming. I told my due date with Tirzah Mae (Christmas Day is a pretty spectacular due date), but always immediately clarified &#8220;so we&#8217;re expecting the baby to come around the New Year.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Louis was due July 31, and the last thing I wanted was for people to get &#8220;due in July&#8221; in their heads and therefore get impatient and start asking me when the baby&#8217;s coming too soon. I told everyone I was due at the beginning of August. <\/p>\n<p>Left to themselves, many babies go past the due date. I myself went two weeks past. And that&#8217;s just fine. &#8220;Late&#8221; generally means &#8220;not yet ready to face the outside world&#8221;. <\/p>\n<p>And I was (and always have been) determined to let my babies choose their birthdays.<\/p>\n<p>But after two babies born prematurely due to severe preeclampsia, and with our maternal-fetal specialist telling us we should expect a recurrence, I gave up on obscuring my due date. After all, it&#8217;s not like I&#8217;ve ever gotten close enough to the due date to feel pressured.<\/p>\n<p>I haven&#8217;t scheduled anything besides doctor&#8217;s appointments for two months now, because I expected to go to the hospital for bedrest at any time. For two months now, my fellow Sunday School teachers have been telling me they&#8217;re hoping to see me again next week &#8211; explicitly or implicitly expressing their hopes that I not have a baby just yet.<\/p>\n<p>And every week for the past two months, I show up to Sunday school or Bible study and see the relief on all my friends&#8217; faces. I&#8217;m here. I&#8217;m still pregnant. Friends and acquaintances, all of whom have been praying, catch my eye and we share a look of rejoicing, thankful for God&#8217;s grace in prolonging this pregnancy.<\/p>\n<p>And then, yesterday, I reached 37 weeks. Term. <\/p>\n<p>The baby can come now, at any time.<\/p>\n<p>Now that we&#8217;re term, &#8220;stay pregnant&#8221; doesn&#8217;t apply. <\/p>\n<p>We have. We are. And now the baby can come, whenever he chooses.<\/p>\n<p>After two months of expecting the baby  to arrive at any time, of praying the baby won&#8217;t, of counting down first to &#8220;more pregnant than I&#8217;ve ever been&#8221; and then to &#8220;term&#8221;, it&#8217;s time to switch gears.<\/p>\n<p>Now that everyone knows it&#8217;s only three weeks until that magical &#8220;due date&#8221;, now that everyone knows we&#8217;re term, now it&#8217;s time to switch gears. <\/p>\n<p>For months, it&#8217;s been &#8220;any day now&#8221; I expected my health to head south &#8211; now I need to adjust to &#8220;could be another five weeks&#8221;.<\/p>\n<p>Because I still believe it best for baby to choose his own birthday. And I don&#8217;t want my excitement over making it to term to rob this little one of his final fetal triumph &#8211; that of initiating this amazing process we call &#8220;childbirth&#8221;. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>With my other pregnancies, I was reticent to make predictions about when baby was coming. I told my due date with Tirzah Mae (Christmas Day is a pretty spectacular due date), but always immediately clarified &#8220;so we&#8217;re expecting the baby to come around the New Year.&#8221; Louis was due July 31, and the last thing &#8230; <a title=\"Any day now  Sometime next month\" class=\"read-more\" href=\"http:\/\/bekahcubed.menterz.com\/blog\/2017\/20171121-18282.htm\">Read more <span class=\"screen-reader-text\"><strike>Any day now <\/strike> Sometime next month<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"ngg_post_thumbnail":0},"categories":[1290],"tags":[],"aioseo_notices":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/bekahcubed.menterz.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/18282"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/bekahcubed.menterz.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/bekahcubed.menterz.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/bekahcubed.menterz.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/bekahcubed.menterz.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=18282"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"http:\/\/bekahcubed.menterz.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/18282\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":18287,"href":"http:\/\/bekahcubed.menterz.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/18282\/revisions\/18287"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/bekahcubed.menterz.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=18282"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/bekahcubed.menterz.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=18282"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/bekahcubed.menterz.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=18282"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}