I realize I am not technically "due" yet, but for some reason I assumed that since this was my 3rd baby I would have long had a baby in my arms. Note to self: Quit making assumptions. I was 12 days late with Belle and 2 days over with Evie. Why I think this time will be different is beyond me?
If I had learned anything in my past pregnancies I would have realized that being dilated and effaced (as well as other gross happenings that no one wants to hear about) means nothing when it comes to the onset of labor. This past Sunday I was actually having contractions every 5-7 minutes for hours, but somehow I woke up Monday morning without a contraction or cramp to speak of. Since then I have over analyzed and read into every sort of feeling or happening with my bod. Let me tell you--there is a lot that goes on with a pregnant body this close to delivery, none of which REALLY mean labor is around the corner.
So, here I wait. Anyone who knows anything about me knows that I am not a patient person. I don't handle waiting very well, let alone waiting for something that could happen at any moment in an unknown manner. There are moments I get really cranky that I am still pregnant. I can't hardly roll out of bed, I grunt every time I bend over to pick up toys, and I can hardly walk without my hips killing. However, I know I am going to miss the feeling of heels digging into my side and baby hiccups keeping me up at night. I'm going to miss people asking me when I am due and the excitement they have for us when they realize it's our first little boy (related to this--I WILL NOT miss the "just wait until" comments).
Today I have been telling myself that as each day is over I am one more day closer to meeting this little guy. I know he will be here soon enough and I won't keep myself up waiting for his arrival, but I'll be taking in that fabulous newborn smell. Yes, I know the struggles that come along with a newborn in the house, but I can't wait to see who this boy looks like and how his sisters interact with him.
The official due date is January 21. My doc will actually let me go two weeks past this date before she decides to break my water. Personally, I can't imagine my body will hang on that much longer, but I am trying to not get my hopes up. I am sure anything is possible when it comes to the timing of labor. In the meantime, pray that I don't drive Paul any crazier than I already have and that the girls go easy on me. They can sense change is coming and it's been a rough couple of days.
Who wouldn't be anxious to meet this guy??