Yeesh

More than a month since my last post? I suppose that's practice for after Gabriel arrives. While I've been anxiously awaiting said arrival, I have been taking the opportunity to catch up on reading for - get this - fun! Meg Cabot's Size 14 is Not Fat Either and Boy Meets Girl are among the tomes I've anxiously consumed. I've also gotten re-acquainted with a certain red-haired, freckle-faced Anne, of Green Gables fame. I find that reading the books in that particular series puts me in the mind of reading the Mitford books by Jan Karon. While I'm on the subject of books, if I have not recommended that everyone alive read John and Stasi Eldredge's Captivating, then I will take this opportunity to atone for my sin and highly recommend it. I can't put into words the amazing way that God used this book to work in my life.

Speaking of my life, Gabriel is due in about two and a half weeks, and while I want him to come when he's ready rather than inducing his arrival, I won't be all that sad if he's ready - say - tomorrow, rather than waiting until June 19th or later. I have heard women refer to this late stage of pregnancy as "uncomfortable," but I have to say that is quite an understatement. This Q finds herself comfortable (maybe) in one of two positions: sitting upright in a padded chair or lying on her left side in bed. The end. No sitting on the sofa, little sitting at the dining room table, etc. And when the childbirth class instructor spoke of hip joints and such loosening toward the end of pregnancy, I foolishly thought my hips would feel - I dunno - loose. Not so. They hurt, faithful readers. So if Gabriel comes today, I probably won't complain because that would mean my body would become mine again, and I've almost forgotten what that feels like.
And besides that, I'd finally get to see what he looks like. His public anxiously awaits...