Well, here we are. I have finally arrived at my due date, and I couldn’t be happier. In about two hours, we’ll be getting our bags in the car and headed out in the early evening rain to get to the hospital so that I can be induced.
As no one has explained exactly what this will entail, I only have my imagination and a lot of forum posts to guide me in my expectations. I am hopeful that my baby boy will be born sometime tomorrow morning/early afternoon. Of course, I also know that the induction may not work at all, and I may be forced to stay in hospital for days trying to get things going. Only time will tell.
For now, I remain optimistic. Mom and Mark are fantastic, and even though they are going to have to share visitation until I’m in established labour, I think they’ll be okay.
I’m amazed that I’ve had no big nightmares or real fears going into this. It just feels like another thing to get through so that I can fill up that tiny piece of my soul that’s been missing all these years. I know there will be pain and panic and fear and frustration, but I hope that interspersed there will be comfort, contentment and true unadulterated joy.
Every moment of my life has been leading up to this point, and the next time I update here, it will be with a birth announcement.
I’m leaving here as a person. I will come home as a mother.