Monday, July 16, 2012
This is silly.
This is my 5th baby.
You would THINK I had it all figured out by now.
I know the drill.
I know how this all works.
Here I bounce on my yoga ball (I have NEVER used it for yoga) and I am plagued with worry.
What if I'm pregnant for another five weeks? Six?
I'm fairly certain I'll die.
See, all my kids have come just a day or two shy of that infamous "estimated due date" and well. What if THIS IS THE ONE that decides that 42 weeks is where it's at?
But not entirely unrealistic.
I have told my own clients, "Babies come when they are ready" more times than should be acceptable...
Here I bounce, desperately afraid that I'll be birthing a 12 pound girl-wrestler in the beginning of September.
Did I mention that if that happens, I'll expire?
I wish I could forget about the calendar, forget about the dates, forget about the 28 days until I'm actually supposedly "due", because that would make it much much less obnoxious in general to be as pregnant as I am knowing full-well it could go on for A LONG TIME still.
But I can't.
Oh my gosh, what if this baby is born in September?