September 8...The Non-Event

Well, I'm still very much pregnant.

If you will remember, this was the date of my original due date. That's right, I won the pregnancy lottery and got two due dates! I went around for many weeks thinking today would be the goal, the end, the finish line. But then, I had my first ultrasound, and I heard these words: "Oh, no, you're way off." (Emphasis on the "way".) At first I was excited, thinking I could be due sooner than anticipated. But, as the ultrasound tech's words came out of her mouth one by one, they each took a sledgehammer to my finish line and demolished it. "You're like three weeks off. You're not due until the end of September. In fact, your new due date is September 29." Twenty-one long days. Ouch. Wind out of my sail.

I spent the first few days very confused, and hoping that nothing was wrong. But as the pregnancy progressed everything looked fine. We'd just experienced one big miscalculation. So, here we are at 37 weeks. And now, I'm actually glad to have a few more weeks to finish getting things ready. While I know that if the 8th had been my due date all along, I would be more prepared than I am now, at this point, I can't even imagine having everything finished by today.

Most importantly, from all accounts, I have a healthy baby girl developing inside of me. And if a few more weeks is what she needs to be perfect before she's ready to meet this world, then I am okay with that. But I will be the first to admit that I've started telling her daily that if she wants to come a couple of days early - heck, I'd even be okay with a week early - she is more than welcome to.

However, if my doctor's appointment this morning is any indication, she's not paying attention. While she is still head down (Way to go, Sophia!), she still has her butt nestled right under my rib cage. I see quite a few long walks in my future. As the doctor said today, "let gravity help you out." Never have I ever been such a huge fan of gravity as I am today. Three cheers for gravity!

So, while today is not the special day in my life that it once was, I'm thankful to know that all is well with my little girl. She's moving a lot, has a good strong heartbeat, and seems to be growing right on track. I guess I can wait 21 more days - give or take a day or two...or more - to meet her, but that doesn't mean that I'm not more anxious than ever to hold this sweet little baby in my arms.