Anticipation

Over the Thanksgiving weekend, I have spent every chance I could out of the house walking around. With less than one week until my due date, I decided that while I was still able, I was going to get started on Christmas shopping, finish some past due errands and if our baby decided she was ready to come in the process, I'd be all for it.

The anticipation of waiting for your first child to be born is like nothing I can accurately describe in words. I remember the days leading up to my wedding and how excited/nervous that I was, but this isn't even close. With that event, I at least had an exact date to look forward to. With baby's arrival, I just wait. That isn't always easy to do, especially since I am increasingly more uncomfortable due to frequent on sets of Braxton Hicks contractions (false labor pains that feel like the worst menstrual cramps you ever had but don't follow the same timing of actual labor) and the extra weight I carry thanks to my precious baby's growing size.

John has decided that I will go into labor on my exact due date (Dec. 5th) and deliver the next day. This is because he has a few outstanding projects around the house he wants to complete before she comes. On Thanksgiving, my family put together a baby due date pool where everyone chipped in $2 for the chance to guess my daughter's arrival and birth weight. All this speculation kind of cracks me up. All I can do is continue to just wait....and see.