Or, "a very pregnant mama can have a to-do list and an expectation of going into labor, but the Lord makes her wait because the stomach flu is not yet done ravaging her house."
And that makes me trust His timing all the more. While I have 11 days to go and I am feeling Very Ready to Have a Baby, I am thankful that I don't have to take care of a 2-year old with the stomach flu AND a newborn baby. Whew.
The stomach flu is not too terrible for an almost-6-year-old. He makes it to the bathroom without fail, he can articulate how he is feeling, and he is content to lay on the couch all day, sleeping and watching cartoons. An almost-5-year-old just made the same strides last Wednesday for the first time. I told her that she must throw up in the toilet, not in her bed, and she did!
But a brand-new-2-year-old doesn't understand. He doesn't want to let go of the contents of his tummy. He certainly doesn't make it to the toilet. He cries from pain and confusion. He needs to be held constantly (which is kind of my favorite). And that poor kid cannot understand why the pitiful entreaty, "mama, juice!" doesn't work.
So while I am large and uncomfortable and being kicked apart from the inside, I am very glad for God's gracious timing.