Busy week ahead

Tonight concludes my Consulting class (hallelu!). I don't know why I thought it would be a good idea to take a class at the end of my pregnancy, but thank the Lord - He pulled me through it! After our presentation tonight I will be finished and looking forward to another break from school as we enter this next exciting stage of our life!
Tomorrow is my 37 week appointment and then on Thursday is my meeting with the Perinatologist and the Dietician. They will be doing an ultrasound to check her measurements and estimate her weight. They told me to expect to be there for about three hours, so it must be very involved!
It's interesting to think about what the next few weeks are going to bring. I'm at a safe place to have the baby (other than the chance of it being high-risk due to the GD) - she is fully developed. So will I go to these appointments only to have her make her debut early and have the specialist appointments be a waste? Will I end up being late and have another several weeks to wait for her? Will they take the measurements and decide to induce labor sooner? Or schedule a C-Section if she's already too big for me to deliver? There are so many possibilities. I wouldn't say I'm feeling anxiety about it or anything like that - more like curiosity. It's kind of like having someone throw a surprise party for us that we accidentally found out about. We know it's coming, but we don't know when or how or who is going to show up. And we're just waiting... thinking about all of the possibilities and what each one would mean.
I know that God already has everything under control. He's been cradling her in His hands as she has been woven and spun in my womb over these past months. Every moment has been another glimpse of the miracle He has been working on. And now we're near the end... and I feel like a child waiting for something exciting. I was going to say waiting for Christmas gifts or seeing a cookie jar, but having it be just out of reach - but those don't even compare. The closest feeling I can come up with is waiting for Dad to arrive after completing one of his military deployments... the excitement and tension of waiting for him to walk around the corner and be home. I want her to be home.
I think God has really lifted a lot of my fear about labor in this last week or so. I am so thankful for that - and for what is coming, even though we just have to keep standing here waiting for it to arrive! I wonder if God has fun with this... the waiting game at the end. Making us wonder about when it's going to happen - sometimes surprising us with early (to the point of unexpected) arrivals, sometimes dragging it out. I like to think that He does. That He takes joy in fulfilling this desire of our hearts in His own unique ways - and that the way He chooses for us will be exactly perfect. And that He gets to have a few chuckles along the way... :)