I am still pregnant. Oy vey!

When my due date was set at July 1st, I was extremely giddy.  There are so many June birthdays in my family that I was determined that Baby O would NOT be born in June.  All I could think of was July, July, July.  Now, I am singing an entirely different tune.  I wouldn't mind one single bit if Baby O is a June baby (Currently, it is 9:48 PM on June 29th, and still, no signs of labor).  Ugh.

Last week Tuesday was the mark of my 39th week.  A part of me secretly hoped that I would go into labor.  Okay, it wasn't such a secret.  If you asked me how I felt, well, I gladly told you, " I AM READY, TODAY, NOW, THIS MOMENT".  It is a mixture of exhaustion and excitement.  The whole thing about being extremely uncomfortable during your last weeks of pregnancy, well, it is no joke.  

As my due date quickly approaches all I can think of is, "WHEN WILL IT HAPPEN."  My bedtime routine has quickly turned into saying a prayer that I go into labor.  Am I scared?  Would you believe me if I told you I try not to think about it too much?  Because I don't, think about it.  I do not think about labor and deliver.  Perhaps, I should.  It makes me feel better not to dwell on the inevitable.  We are all well aware that labor is painful.  However, constantly thinking of that pain, will not make it any better.

When you read this it will be Monday June 30th.  One more day till my due date.  One.  More.  Day.  I've hopefully gone into labor and am holding my sweet darling in my arms.  Hopefully.  If not, well, I guess I need to pray a little harder.

xoxo

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