So, I understand that pregnancy is not an EXACT science.
But man, I was HOPING it would be this last week. Especially since the Dr. told me it would be within a week. The consensus now is that they might induce at some point soon because the Dr. doesn’t want baby to get to much bigger. At this point, I’m at JUST under 39 weeks, and technically over full term. The idea of being induced scares me a little bit, but I was able to talk to some friends who have gone through it, and that settled my fears a bit.
At this point, both Cris and I feel as though we are absolutely climbing the walls. We are finding it hard to focus, and (forgive me, my amazing bosses) to care too much about what’s happening at work. The only way I can describe it, is that I feel like I am going to crawl out of my skin. My hair is literally standing on end.
It’s extremely strange to know our lives are about to change in this HUGE way, and yet we can’t have an exact date for it. We are not the kind of people who plan for every little thing, but this seems like such a huge step forward, that the idea that we don’t know exactly when this massive change will take place, seems very strange to me.
Ah well, here’s to life’s little surprises!
The date… er… NOT the baby.