Today is September 9th, my original due date. A part of me can’t help but be a little sad, sad because I have what feels like so much longer to wait to get to meet her. There was still something inside my mind that was telling me that she would be making her appearance today or within the next few days. It would be her way of sticking it to the doctors, and telling them that they were wrong! But… here we are at 8:30am and she isn’t here, and probably won’t be here for another few weeks. I just need to remind myself that she will come when she is ready, and that we want her to stay in as long as possible.
But hey, we still have the rest of today, right?!