I was due this past Friday so I am now three days past. I know a due date is just an estimate of a time period for the arrival of a baby, but goodness it’s frustrating. You start focusing on this date they give you and before you know it, even a day late seems like a torturous wait.
With Calvin I was two days past my due date when he arrived and I definitely feel like I was less stressed by it. I’m not sure if that is because I had all the time in the world to just twiddle my thumbs or because it had been quite a relaxing pregnancy. Either way, he came in his own time and I was happy to wait.
This time around I feel frustrated by this impending date that has been and gone. Even though I have a toddler to occupy the hours, I’m trying to work out what to do if I go into labor at any given time. This time I can’t just head over to the hospital with my bag and forget what’s at home, this time their is the coordination of someone to care for Calvin and the transfer of car seats, clothes, overnight bags and favorite toys (we can’t forget Hobbes!). It’s all a delicate operation surrounding a time period that can’t be pinpointed, and for someone who likes to be punctual and put together, it makes me twitch!
So here I am, writing this at almost 4am trying to empty the contents of my brain onto this white page. I have to keep reminding myself that she will come when she is ready, that there is time and their are people supporting us in this transitional period as we enter this new chapter.
Buuuuuut… Come on little lady!