+Today is baby's due date! Rent's up! Time to move on out!
+ all of a sudden it has hit me that it is sort of a big deal that we have waited to find out the gender of our baby. All along its been like, "we are waiting to find out! isn't that sort of fun and traditional of us?!" and now it's like, "we could have a baby any minute and we don't know whether this will be our son or our daughter that we will have for the rest of our lives." Don't get me wrong: I am super glad we have waited, and actually, the building anticipation only makes me want to do the same thing again in the future. But I am pretty much dying to find out at this point.
+As much as I've told people, "I am just expecting baby to be two weeks late, and if he or she comes early, I'll be pleasantly surprised!" The real truth is, every first time mom expects her baby to come right on time. Or early. Yesterday morning I woke up and immediately wined to david, "just when is this baby going to come???" And he was like, "you do realize it is still a day early?" Whatever. I just thought babies were a bit more prompt, considering this is their first impression on the world and all.
+As this baby's inevitable birthday approaches, I am starting to feel sort of bad for him or her. At least I know this incredibly traumatic and painful (and beautiful and wonderful) experience is right around the corner. But baby, I am sure, is snuggled up cozy dreaming of the day he or she turns 20 and is still being cradled in my womb. The poor thing.
+I just had to come across this birth story, which is enough to make any expecting woman camp out in front of the hospital at least a month in advance. But can you imagine?!
+The other night I had a dream that my younger sister was prepping me for a certain stage of labor and she told me, "now you will know you have entered this stage because you will start chewing with your mouth open and become attracted to alligators." I even woke up from the dream and in my half-sleep state was like, "yes. this is good to know. these are the things the books don't tell you." I mean! My mind is a scary place these days.
+Since any day could be our last day as a babyless family, we are sort of living it up around here. We won't be able to eat out or go to the movies for a while? Well then, we better go every night until this baby arrives. It's a party. It's also sort of expensive and unhealthy. but, seize the day and all!
+I know pregnant women talk about this all the live long day, but it really is true: people will say the most forward things to you during the last weeks of pregnancy. Someone actually told me yesterday that my lips have gotten fatter since being pregnant. My lips! But no offense! she says. Someone else recently said, "oh hun, you have at least two more weeks to go." ...thanks?!
+ But most of all, we are so super grateful for this healthy, tiny baby we are about to meet. Really, it is something no one should ever take for granted. The moment I start to complain about some stupid pregnancy ailment I stop myself because this is such an enormous blessing. I am not entitled to pregnancy or motherhood or good health and I never want to forget that.
Come on, baby!!