Today, I called in to make my most favorite phone call, the one in which I schedule out all of my remaining appointments.
I had one big, unpleasant, surprise as a result of that phone call.
I learned that my midwife will be out the week that I'm due, from 4/15-19.
For those that remember, Gina will be in Mexico from 4/10-13.
The priority is definitely to have my midwife there, as I don't trust or care for the other OBs and there aren't any other MWs, but it'd be awfully nice to have both Gina and my midwife, so I'm shooting for 4/14.
So there it is friends, just like with Ezra, I'm calling my date. ;)
But in all seriousness, just like Gina and I discussed today, this just seems to be a very important reminder that every good thing comes from God in His perfect divine timing.
Even when we plan for everything and assume that all of our choices will magically align for the best outcome, we.are.not.in.control.
So I'm pushing aside the panic and choosing to remember I'm not in charge.