I was doing so well. Cherising these last few moments of just "Jer and I." I enjoyed some quiet time and some quality time. The house is cleaned, laundry done, meals stocked in the freezer, holiday baking complete, presents purchased and wrapped, baby clothes washed and folded, and everything is finished. Now we wait. Each one of these last 8 days has seemed to go on forever. Each morning I wake up and expect to feel slightly different. My heart sinks a little each morning as I awake feeling great, just like the day before. I don't expect to feel bad (and I'm thrilled that I haven't), but I expect to feel different...something! Especially because each and every day I get a phone call or a text from multiple, wonderful people in my life asking me just that - "Do you feel anything today? Anything different? Any pressure? Any pain?" All I can do is smile, thank them for asking, and tell them no.
I'm ready and excited and I am a bit scared. I've always been afraid of the unknown. I know that God is holding me in His hands and I shouldn't worry, but I do. I know that I can do this. I know that my body was created to give birth to a precious baby and without a doubt my heart is ready to love and raise a child. I just need to keep reminding myself that I can do this. I will do this.
Today marks 41 weeks and 1 day. I have an appointment with our midwife on Wednesday. She'll check to see if and how things are progressing and we'll talk about our options at that point. As of right now, I will be induced on Sunday the 18th or Monday the 19th (my choice) if Nella hasn't arrived on her own before then.