A few weeks ago, someone asked me if we were going to have a doula for this upcoming birth. As a doula myself, that surely seems like a natural conclusion to draw. We’ve had a doula twice, and the third time were planning to have a doula until circumstances shifted six weeks or so before baby was due. At that time, we were most comfortable with our doula from our previous births, and since it was relatively close to my due date, we opted not to try to replace her with someone less familiar. We certainly missed having her, but as it was our third labor and delivery, we didn’t feel the need to rush into something different. This time though, I’ve had plenty of opportunity to consider and interview other possible doulas but it never really crossed my mind. I’m sure there are a few factors playing into this, not the least of which are the hospital restrictions that have been in place over the past year plus, and my being unsure whether an extra support person would be allowed in the room. That said, I think the real reason I didn’t consider a doula all this time is because I hadn’t let my heart go that far down the road. I wanted to, sure, but everything felt so tenuous for so long…it must have been subconscious self preservation not to let my mind commit to the day we’ll welcome this baby here.

Now we’re seven weeks away from my due date, and while I still have to talk myself away from challenging thoughts and hanging my hat on, “Nothing is guaranteed,” I also recognize that it’s important to prepare for this little one to arrive. It’s even more important that I lean into that truth–this little baby is going to arrive. With that in mind, I’m suddenly in go mode even more than I’ve felt before. I want things in their place now…not later. I want to know that there’s a cozy spot for the baby to sleep, clean baby clothes in drawers, maybe some sweet and intentional art hanging on the nursery walls. We had the “nursery” painted months ago, but our boys are still sharing that same room at the moment. It’s a small detail, but it might be easier to set up a crib in there if they were in their new room instead.

I’m trying to stay lighthearted about all of this, but there’s so much to it and I know I’m also processing a lot. I have a vision for the baby’s room, but not all of the elements to make that vision a reality just yet. I feel like I’m suddenly rushing around for things I probably could have sorted out sooner had I not been quite as stifled in my belief that this was all really happening. God has had my heart, mind, body and spirit on a journey of learning to trust and surrender over and over. I’m so grateful, and I’m also still growing.

In a way, this process and the timing of it is pretty wonderful. Getting things ready for baby to arrive is a helpful and soothing way for me to prepare and tangibly feel the excitement of it all. Creating a space that will be intentional and calm and lovely, well…that’s my ambition, and hopefully, what we end up with when all is said and done, too.

I know that we could welcome baby tomorrow, and that he or she would be just fine without the crib up or a designated room to call their own. But creating the baby’s space has historically been a healthy, creative, intentional process for me, and this time it feels no different. Time will tell if I can have certain “staple” items checked off of the list in the weeks we have left, but I’m certainly going to try. Creating a place for our honeybee is an honor, and it will be far more so when we can use the space for its purposes and discover more of who this little one is going to be.

I can’t wait, but I can. It’s a good feeling, to be right here in the midst of both being true.

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