Due Date

Well, today is officially my due date and as you might guess, no baby yet. Pretty common with the first I know, but I really want to get this little boy out here and meet him. I know we've shared space for the last 9 months and I can tell he's going to be stubborn just like his dad, (ok, ok and me) but the suspense is killing me. I've learned many of his habits already like the waking up at 5:30 or 6 and that's probably a queue that we'll be doing feedings then; or the hiccups that come ever so frequently; or the ways to calm him to sleep so I too can sleep. What a wonderful invention the Ipod is - just hook up the headphones and put them on the belly, hit play and instant calm ensues. I feel like I know him already and yet we have never met face to face. I often find myself wondering what he looks like - what color his hair is if he has any and which of us his facial features will resemble the most.

In our group of friends that were hit by the "baby boom" I am one of the last two in line to deliver and now it is down to the wire for both of us. Everything is ready - the room is decorated and painted, the bedding put on the crib (and bassinet), the extra stuff assembled or stored away for when it is time, but like I said I want to get this thing moving. Besides, the idea of some time off work sounds wonderful even if it is sleepless nights and diaper changes and feedings and such. Who knew I'd be looking forward to playing the mommy role.

I'm tired of the emotional roller coaster I've been on for the last 3 months, crying at stupid things like Shane Company commercials or certain songs - it just isn't like me. Fortunately that usually happens when I'm alone. I know that won't end immediately but I also know it only stands to improve after delivery.

More recently I've had some issues with swelling in the feet and hands (mostly hands as of late) and some pregnancy induced carpal tunnel symptoms. Definately easy to deal with, but the shoes have been out of the picture for weeks now - no way can I fit into them any longer. I've been working at home for the last week and now am craving other human company.

Our doula keeps reminding me that baby will decide when the right time is, and I know she's right, but I wish I could convince the little guy it's time just the same. The discomfort I've been feeling is now the norm and doesn't bother me anymore, I sleep pretty decently now except for being too hot occasionally and apparently my body's adjusted to the changes - just in time for them to come to an end and start new changes.

The odd part is, I'm not scared, I'm not anxious, I'm not losing sleep over the prospect of birth and the work that comes afterwards. I feel a little nieve (however you spell that) for not feeling that way when I probably should. I've always been a confident person, but wow. I expect if the birth goes the way we've planned, it will be the hardest and most satisfying thing I ever do. I'm certain when I see Nathan for the first time I'll cry harder than him.

Today I was informed by my doctor that I am 60% effaced and almost 1 centimeter dialated. I'll take it - that's 1 cm less that my body has to work to get to when labor finally starts.

The family is already getting antsy and starting to call and see if the kid has come yet. Patience everyone, it will happen. I know my mom and dad in particular are anxious because they will be here in no time to visit and they want to see a grandchild while they are here. I'm certain things won't be that late in coming and if they are, well I'm pretty sure I'm in for an induction. Ick. Work has even hopped on the band wagon and they are wagering bets there as to when things will happen.

Oh well, here's hoping for the best and this baby to decide it's time to join the world of the 3 dimensional people sooner rather than later. Wish me luck!