Well the day has finally arrived. The day that we have all been waiting so patiently for (or not so patiently for some of us). The day that has been circled on the calendar for months. The day that Baby Girl is “supposed” to be born. But guess what? Somebody forgot to send her the memo, because right now, she is still as snug as a bug in a rug in her home in uterus-land.
She has, however, managed to move into the perfect position for labor. Her back is at the front and center of my belly, which means – no back labor for me! I have been trying to get her to move for a few weeks, but I guess she just wanted to wait until she was ready. (Is this child gonna be stubborn, or what? I think we are going to have a very headstrong little girl. It’s her way, or the highway folks.)
Although over half of all women go past their due dates, I never really thought that it would happen to me. I knew that it very well could, but I just didn’t want to accept it. And hey, the day isn’t over yet! I’ve still got time! But my sister predicts tomorrow, and that is fine with me. I do really think that it will be sometime before the end of the week (or maybe that is just wishful thinking). I can just sense it. I feel completely different. The baby feels lower (if it is even possible that she can get any lower without falling out) I have been having tons of contractions, although none of them are the real thing. And she has almost completely stopped moving, which is a good sign, which means that she is saving her energy for the Journey That Lies Ahead.
Knowing that labor really could start at any second, I am finally scared. I haven’t been scared or worried about it at all until now. And honestly, it’s not the pain that scares me. I can handle the pain. It only lasts for a little while. What scares me is that when it is all over, I will have a baby. And it will be up to me (mostly – after all, I do have the boobs) to keep her alive. I have to be completely responsible for someone’s life? I have to make sure that she is fed, warm, clean, happy, loved, safe, etc.? Whoa. Am I qualified for this? Let’s hope so, ’cause it’s too late to turn back now!