Still waiting...

So we're 5 days overdue now. I'm really hoping that this baby comes soon. I'm sooooo sick of being pregnant and uncomfortable. I know good things are worth waiting for, but I feel like 40 weeks is long enough to wait, why make it longer?? I think part of my problem is that my mom had both of her kids early, so I had myself psyched up to go early. It's hard to prepare yourself mentally for giving birth. I've never done this before, and even though I've read all of the books, I really don't know what it will be like until I've been through it. So about two weeks before my due date I had prepared myself for this "miraculous" experience. I stopped working and I got everything ready in the baby's room. All the clothes and linens are washed and put away. The diapers, wipes, creams, bottles, nipples, etc. are all stacked nicely on the shelves awaiting baby's arrival. The diaper bag is packed and ready to go. My overnight bag and labour kit are all packed and ready to go. So now we're just waiting... and waiting... and still waiting.

It's been almost 3 weeks now since I quit working and I'm as ready as I can possibly be for this child to arrive. I guess I should have listened to everyone who told me that most women go overdue for their first babies. But my mom went early, so I had to prepare myself that I might go early too. Now I'm driving myself nuts waiting for this baby to arrive. Baby... please come out! I want to meet you!

First attempt

So this is my turn to blog... my chance to talk about nothing and everything just because I can. My husband has been doing this for a while now, and a friend recommended it as a great creative outlet. So I guess I'll give it a try.

Today is the due date of our first baby. We've been counting down for nine months and now the time is finally here. I'm not showing any signs of labour yet, although every gas bubble or kick from the baby makes me wonder. I'm scared and excited and nervous and anxious and I just can't wait to meet this little being that's been growing inside of me for so long. I really don't like the unknown... I think that's what's bothering me the most. When is this child going to come out?? HOW is this child going to come out?? What's it going to look like?? Is it a boy or a girl??

We decided not to find out the sex of the baby. Mostly because I felt like it was cheating to find out. This is one of natures greatest surprises. But now I'm dying to know!! Will it be a little Dave Jr. or a little Jen Jr.? Will it have my eyes or Dave's nose? I can't wait to find out! I really hope we will meet our little creation very soon.

The other thing that freaks me out is the whole labour process. Some days I think I'm ready... I've read all of the books and prepared myself as much as I can. But it's that whole fear of the unknown thing. It still baffles me that this 8lb baby will come out the same way that microscopic sperm went in. I know my body is made for it and this is how we all entered the world... but really?? I have to squeeze a baby through there?? That scares me! Am I going to be able to handle the pain? And what about the poor baby... that can't be a comfortable journey!

Dave has been wonderful throughout my whole pregnancy. I am lucky to have a guy like him by my side. I can't say that I've really enjoyed being pregnant... I'm definitely not one of those women who proclaims that pregnancy is a wonderful experience. There's nothing wonderful about getting fat and uncomfortable. But overall, I've been really lucky and I haven't had a horrible pregnancy. And like I said, Dave has been so supportive throughout. On the days when my hormones were raging and I just wanted to cry, he was so great at trying to make me laugh.

So now we just need this little baby to come out and join us. Hopefully it will be soon!!