Any Day Now
Dear Baby,
We are dying to meet you! You are keeping us in suspense by taking your good old time to come out. I don’t blame you, I bet it’s nice and warm in there. But I promise, it’s warm out here too! And we are going to take good care of you on the outside. Plus, there’s tons of room to stretch out here – I can tell that you are cramped for space. Your foot is often in my side, reminding me that you are there! Hurry up and come out!
We love you so much already,
Mom and Dad
I think I’m going crazy! :) Poor David!! I’m quite nervous about labor, and quite nervous about the whole, “I’m going to be a mom really soon” thing, and all of the unknowns that come along with all of that. I am a planner, and well, birth is something you just can’t plan for! It could happen any minute… I’ve been saying that for 2 ½ weeks now, and will be saying that until the baby decides to come! I’ve always understood that physically it’s tough to go over your due date… but until it happened to me, I’ve never really thought about how it’s also emotionally tough to be late. Everywhere we go we see people, they always ask when I’m due, and when I tell them I’ve passed my due date, they look at me like I might blow up any minute, and they might have to help deliver the baby! Seriously!! We’ve been going on walks at night, and all of my neighbors know I’m past my due date (we had a block party the day before it), and they look at me with sympathy, and say, “no baby yet, huh?” I know people mean well, and I’m sure that’s how I’d react in the same situation… but it makes me not want to leave the house. I’m trying so hard to come to grips with it myself that I don’t need other people to remind me that I’m late, and how hard it must be. Honestly, I’m doing ok. I’m ready as I’m ever going to be, and just want to move on to the next stage. I want to meet this baby that has been growing inside of me for the past 40+ weeks and kicking for the last 20 or so! I want to meet my daughter or son. I don’t want to have to think about names anymore! I don’t want to wonder if these contractions I’m feeling are the real thing, or just more practice ones… I’m ready to have my bladder back, I’m ready to be able to help myself off of the couch, I’m ready to be able to walk more than down the street and back, I’m ready to be able to turn in my sleep without pain, I’m ready to be able to sleep on my stomach again, I’m ready to lose some of this weight that is making my posture so bad…. And on a positive note, I’m so excited to meet our child, see what he/she looks like, kiss his/her little fingers, and play with his/her toes, and learn how to nurse, and learn how to be a mom. I know this will come in time, but I’m starting to get impatient! I have read books upon books, I’m mentally as prepared as I’ll ever be, but emotionally I’m scared, and I just want to dive in… the wait is killing me! I am trying so hard to give up control – this is God’s child, and my life is in His hands. He will make things happen whenever it is time, and I need to trust in that. But it’s not easy!!
As a side-note: it is never ok to call a pregnant woman large, huge, enormous, etc. Despite the fact that most woman get large, huge, enormous, etc, it is never ok to actually say that…. Either to their face, or to someone else, when they can hear! What do you say to that, “thanks?” Frankly, getting large is part of the process, and that is what you are supposed to do! But there is no need to point that out and make someone feel bad! I have had some people say the nicest things to me while I’ve been pregnant: “Some people are made me to be pregnant, and you are one of those people. It becomes you.” Or, “You look fantastic”, or other things of that kind nature. These people make my day! Just keep that in mind!
For fun, here is a picture of me on the day we found out I was pregnant (Nov 28) and on my due date (Aug 8)... what a difference a few months can make!!
