When you’re a kid and excited about the first day of school or a trip to Disneyworld the anticipation is just too much to handle. You can’t sleep, you’re excited, you wear the outfit you intend to wear the next day to bed (or at least I did). You waited and waited and then finally the day arrives and you smile and head to where ever it is your going happy and excited.
I have to say the anticipation of having a baby is not quite the same. You have excitement, you can’t sleep (but not for the same reasons) and you are probably wearing the same outfit to bed since you only fit into certain things. The big difference is you don’t know when you’re going to go. There’s no counting down the days on the calendar. There’s no itinerary that says we’re leaving at a certain time. You just have to wait and wonder.
You’ve waited 9 months and the last few weeks you’re on the edge of your seat wondering what’s going to happen and when will this person decide it’s time to enter the world. Is this a contraction? Should I start to time them? Did my water break? Should I call the doctor? Should I be heading to the hospital? All of these questions just run through your head. The biggest one being Is this it? I won’t lie it’s starting to really get me wondering and as my body starts to prepare I find myself asking all of these questions multiple times a day.
I know when it’s time I’ll know but until then the anticipation is killing me. I want to let nature take it’s course and not force anything, and lets be honest I’m still 3 days from my Due Date, so I’m going to keep heading to work and laughing as everyone checks to see if I’ve made it in for the day and asks how I feel. I’ll still ride the subway to and from work climbing those stairs, and I’ll try and steer my anticipation into a different avenue, not about how and when it will happen, but more about the excitement of meeting Baby P2!