Due date tomorrow...

Well tomorrow is my due date.....I still don't have a baby.  Are you kidding me?!  Ridiculous....I know.  I worked yesterday, and before going into work dreaded what all my patients would say.  "Wow, when are you due?"  "Wow, and you are still working?!"  "When are you feeling like you are going to have the baby?"  BAH!  Needless to say I am feeling very done with pregnancy.  I am so thankful I had a great pregnancy and was able to work through my entire pregnancy, but the end has come!


I found this online today and it really made me laugh and I can COMPLETELY relate:

http://blogs.babycenter.com/mom_stories/09122011-week-38-the-5-stages-of-waiting-for-labor/

The 5 stages of waiting for labor are the same as the stages of grief, at least for me.

In the last few days I have been talking to myself more and more. I’ve had the restraint to keep the conversations within my head, but sometimes I chatter out loud. In those cases I like to pretend I’m talking to my baby, but I’m really talking to my uterus.

Stage 1: Denial

It all started with shock. I can’t believe I haven’t had this baby yet. I predicted I would be having him early- yesterday to be specific- but that did not happen. How is it possible that I’m still pregnant? I thought my belly dropped, but maybe it didn’t? Maybe I’m not as pregnant as I thought I was.

Stage 2: Anger

I’m angry at my uterus. How dare it punish me with scary contractions from 26 weeks on with nothing to show for it?

I’m angry at my mobility. As I roll over in bed (correction: attempt to roll over) I silently curse.

I’m angry that my baby is not yet ready to join the world. I am ready for him.

Stage 3: Bargaining

Pleaaaaaaaaaase let me go into labor today.

…today passes into tomorrow..

Pleaaaaaaaaaase let me go into labor today. If I walk until my feet want to fall off, will you let me going into labor? Please?

…today passes into tomorrow.. Rinse and repeat.

Stage 4: Depression

I don’t want to get out of bed. I do anyway. I walk to the market and stare longingly at the bundle of someone else’s joy in his cute little stroller, the mom walking sans waddle. I temporarily retreat back to stage 2 (read: anger) and want to slap her for having her baby already. Instead, my eyes well up and I cry right there in front of everyone.

Stage 5: Acceptance

We’ve finally arrived.

This baby will come when he is ready. I’ve accepted that he is already an independent man and will join the world on his own terms. That might be today but it also might be 2+ weeks from now. Either way, the end, and the beginning, is in sight.

Pregnancy can’t last forever, right? 

So we continue to wait and learn a thing or two about patience at this point.