Open mouth, insert foot

It's amazing how quickly a little word like "c-section" can flip your whole perspective around. Last Thursday I had yet another OB visit. This time, baby was measuring big. I'm up for another ultrasound next week to get a good gestimate at how big my baby is and whether or not we need to consider the possibility of a c-section. I'm scared. I know that's from the enemy, but this is not what my heart wants. I'll do what I have to, but I just feel that with a ceasarean I'll be missing out on so much. Plus, the recovery time would be awful. I'm also scared of needles going into my spine (i.e. epidurals and spinal blocks). I know thousands of women have had this, and I know doctors do it all the time... I just don't want it.
So, where earlier this week I was incredibly reluctant to do anything that might instigate my labor, I'm now full-bore trying to get this kid going. I walked a lot yesterday. I walked tons today. I'm lifting heavy objects, doing squats, tiring myself out... the works. I've also gotten into some rather embarrassing conversations (not really embarrassing to myself, but to those who are around me-- namely Krista). I know that this baby is going to come in God's perfect timing. We've been praying all year long. And I know my baby is going to be born healthy, I just neglected to specify how. Please... keep praying.