Because I am, well, me, I’ve been checking my horoscope for each day’s tomorrow to see if there’s a clue that I might have this kid. Here’s today’s (my due date):
“Not everything is as perfect as it initially seems today, so you need to let go of your expectations early on. If you don’t, you may spend the day frustrated.”
Great. Looks like baby isn’t coming today… unless this is reverse psychology somehow, and me thinking the baby isn’t coming today is the expectation I need to let go of, meaning he is coming today.
Clearly, waiting is messing with my mind.
What’s frustrating is that I feel like we’ve been waiting forever, except today is actually my due date, and due dates? Pshaw. They’re just statistics imposed on a natural process controlled by a fetus, for heaven’s sakes! And I’ve said from the beginning I thought he’d be late, right?
Still, I’m tired of waiting. I’m not tired of being pregnant or anxiously looking forward to meeting my kid, but I’m ready for the waiting to be over. Yes, I want to meet him. Yup, it would be nice to not be pregnant. Mostly, though, I would like all the minutes spent second-guessing every twinge to be behind me.
Let the sleeplessness begin!
So I’m going to try to salvage my attitude, a long shot given my plan is to work (nothing like being on calls and trying valiantly not to get involved) and… well, what should I do? I feel like we could do all the things we won’t be able to do for a little while once he’s here, but my list is pretty short:
eat out, together
Not the stuff that dreams are made of. It’s shaping up to be a fabulous Monday. (Ahem.)