Today was my estimated due date for Boston to be born. It doesn't feel like I thought it would. Over the past 9 months I've thought about what my life would be like at the end of pregnancy when all the swelling was gone and I could wear normal clothes again. Instead I feel completely the opposite: I miss being pregnant. Not that I don't love having Boston here--having a baby is definitely an experience that brings heaven closer--but I miss the little wiggles in my stomach. The little foot against my ribs that would remind me that a life was waiting inside. The waiting. The anticipation! The night Boston was born was one of the greatest nights of my life.
Did you know that babies who are actually born on their due dates are on a bell curve? Most women deliver their babies either before or after their due date. The day I went into labor the java developers I work with were talking about the odds were that I'd have my baby before our upcoming software release. Ah, the ironies of life. I guess Boston didn't want to worry about that release anymore either.
I love being a mommy.
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