Acceptance

Today I had an ah-ha moment.  After all my worrying and belly aching about what day our little guy would be born, a thought had come to me.  In the grand scheme of things and looking at things in an eternal prospective, I realized that birth dates aren't going to matter.  That is something that is only temporal.  It isn't going to matter who shares the same birthday as us mainly because we are our own individual.  We all are raised differently and born in different circumstances.  Despite what some may believe about astrology, just because you share the same birthday with someone you may despise, does not mean you share the same character traits as them.  Granted, I don't really believe the hokey stuff about astrology.  My whole thing was I didn't want my son sharing his birthday with a man I despise.  I was unrealistic in thinking that they would have the same personality.  I am actually okay with whatever day our little guy comes.

As I've been contemplating this all day, these thoughts came to me as I was driving and listening to some church music.  So I decided to make a deal with God.  I don't really care anymore about what day our son is born as long as I could go into labor on my own and make it to the hospital on time to get an epidural instead of being induced on Wednesday as planned.  I really don't care much for the pitocin.  So as I wait for our little man to come, I will be happy with just being able to meet the little guy instead of worrying over a stupid date.