Well folks, I'm still pregnant...
The due date came and went...and now we're 8 days past her due date.
I never knew waiting for something would be so hard. Let me tell you, waiting for a baby up until your due date feels VERY different than waiting for a baby AFTER your due date. All of you mamas who've delivered babies later, I give you SO much credit...I never had even the faintest, remotest idea how hard the final days of waiting would feel.
Throughout this experience, I have really, truly enjoyed being pregnant. I love the feeling that I've created life, I love feeling the baby move, wiggle, kick, and flip. I love talking to her, and hearing my husband talk to her. And up until this point, I feel like I really haven't complained much (you can even ask my husband, he'll attest that this is true). I haven't minded giving up my normal clothes, alcohol, sushi, soft cheeses, gaining baby weight; the usual things people gripe about. Just knowing that I'm doing these things to keep her safe, happy, and healthy in there is motivation enough. It has never felt like a sacrifice or a chore.
But now...I'm tired. I'm anxious. I'm puffy and swollen. I'm restless. I keep wondering, "when will she be here?!" Our friends and family have been checking in; texting, calling, facebook messaging us, as eager as we are. And while we appreciate that they're thinking of us, our replies remain the same: "still waiting, keep you posted..." We have a doctor's appointment tomorrow morning, so hopefully we'll have some news of what's to come.
The waiting game continues. Please come soon baby!