Guess who is still pregnant?
Today, I’m 40 weeks and two days pregnant, and I have no clue when my little baby girl will actually get here.
By this point, everyone I know is wondering if the baby is here yet. As I mentioned in the last post, I’m getting lots of Facebook notes, texts, and phone calls inquiring about the baby’s whereabouts. The best part is the advice we’ve been given. Everything from the normal old wives’ tales – drive down a bumpy road – to a specific chain restaurant we should eat at because that person’s children were born the very next day after they ate there.
I appreciate the attention and the advice, but folks, this little girl is going to come when she is ready. And if my doctors don’t want to wait for her any longer, they’ll eventually just alert me that it’s time for her to make her entrance with a little guidance.
And until then, I will wait.
It isn’t that I’m not ready or interested in rushing this process along. I am. I can’t wait to meet her.
I wonder what she’ll look like. Will she look like me or my husband? Will she look like my stepson? I certainly hope so, because he is one handsome little guy.
I wonder if she’ll be a calm baby or one who let’s us know how she’s feeling by the loud tone of her voice.
I wonder how we’ll both do with breastfeeding. I wonder what it will be like to change her diapers and give her baths and get her to sleep. I wonder how I’ll deal with delivery. Will I be a wimp or will I be strong?
Most of all, I wonder about her health and well-being. When you get this close after such a healthy, wonderful pregnancy, it’s hard to not worry about things going wrong.
There is so much I wonder about, and if you know me well, I like to know the answers to things. This is all a mystery to me.
It shocks me how at peace I am with this current situation.
No, I don’t know when she will get here. Yes, I think about it all the time. But honestly, friends…I just feel content knowing that it will happen when it is meant to happen.
I think the weirdest part is the awareness that it could happen at any moment. I could go into labor before I finish this post. It could happen this afternoon as I make myself lunch. Maybe I’ll start contracting while cleaning up after dinner or in the middle of the night.
No one knows.