Today is my due date. And to be honest, I'm not dealing with this milestone particularly well. I never reached my due date with Abby, so I've never had this experience that so many women face. We all know all along that our due date is just a predictor and holds very little meaning to when you will actually deliver your baby. And yet, it's that day we look to for months, our finish line. Then, the day comes and you realize it's all been a cruel joke. You made it to the finish line (psyche) only to find out that the race isn't really over.
I hoped to get a real finish line at my doctor's appointment yesterday, but the policies on induction are much different here than they were in Utah. I won't even have a date scheduled until I have an appointment next week.
So here I sit in limbo...wishing, waiting, hoping and praying to meet my sweet little girl--to find myself again. I'm ready to be a mother of two. I'm fairly certain I've never been more ready for anything.