41 weeks 3 days, making me officially 10 days overdue.
If the doctors who had been telling me that natural conception would never happen could be so easily proven wrong, then why would I think to put any faith in their calculated due date, even if the math was pretty convincing? All of the waiting & worrying ultimately didn't matter - the due date came & went without so much as an inkling that Baby would show. I should have known better.
John Lennon said, "Life is what happens when you're busy making other plans." Likewise, Woody Allen suggested that, "If you want to make G-d laugh, tell Him your plans." Both make for popular yearbook quotes, but there's a deeper wisdom to such pop philosophy. Psalm 33 teaches us in verse 10: "ה' הפיר עצת גוים, הניא מחשבות עמים" (Hashem hayfir atzat goyim, hayni machshavot amim) G-d annuls the counsels of nations, He thwarts the plans of men. From this we are reminded that what happens is not up to us - for all that we may design, it's ultimately in the hands of the Divine.
The future rarely plays out as we anticipated or hoped or planned. Regardless of how much we plot & scheme & calculate, the end result is far less controllable than we'd like to believe. That isn't to say that we can't behave in a manner which might best influence a situation's eventual outcome; but it's crucial to recognize that more often than not, we simply have to keep calm & carry on. Trying to manipulate anything beyond our own behavior is like trying to tell the wind which way to blow.
