Waiting

Today is my due date. I cannot believe I’ve been cooking this little guy for 40 weeks now. And it’s been 35 weeks since I found out I was pregnant, not to mention enjoyed an adult beverage. Ha! I have to say the wait is agonizing at this point. I feel like everything is ready, which has me second guessing if EVERYTHING is really ready. I guess you can never be completely prepared.

As a planner, I’m struggling with the unknown. I can’t just “let go.” I’m horrible at this and have giant anxiety attacks about the unknown. I turn into a grouchy opossum. (Weird, right? Well it’s what I picture myself looking like.) I get frustrated by the simplest things because I’m not in control. It’s something I’m not proud of and an area I really need to work on. A friend said to me that I need to relax and let things fly by the seat of my pants. Me? You want ME to act like that? I have never been a wing it, let things go, kind of girl. But I guess with motherhood approaching, I need to start abiding by this life approach.

I read a few articles today and it seems fairly typical that most first time moms have late babies. So I guess I will just sit back, continue reading “Mockingjay,” and soak up these last few days before parenthood. I know this little guy is going to keep me on my toes for the next 18 years.