That Winter day in June which seemed so far away in early October when we found out we were pregnant…is today.
The 19th of June – always my ‘estimated due date’, never changing throughout my pregnancy (I’m very sure of our dates) is here, but obviously only a small percentage of babies decide to arrive on their due date. Imagine that, what an organised, considerate little human! There have been numerous jokes over the past six months about our baby being characteristically late, as the child of Matt, but I was never in any doubt that I would be birthing a 40+ week bambino. I am a very comfortable home after all.
(I had the forethought to take a photo with our Manchurian pear tree which we are quite fond of and planted at Brindabella before we were married in 2011. I’d like to take a photo throughout the seasons with our baby as the tree buds, blooms, leaves turn and limbs grow. Not the best shot to get all of me + the bare Wintery tree into shot but done nonetheless!)
Another pregnant friend put on Facebook the other day ‘it’s an estimated due date, not an expiration date’. Ha! Amen to that. My eldest niece called me last night, as she had in her diary clearly marked ‘Aunty Emma having her baby’. Poor love, had to explain it might still be a little while yet! Luckily my brain space has always been that I would at least go to 41 weeks, so as not to be hugely disappointed at this point I suppose. In any case, I’m happy to wait a little while longer, or just as happy to go into labour any time really. It’s a good place to be in.
Someone recently commented to me ‘don’t worry, it will be over soon’. I was so confused as to how to take that?! Firstly, as I’ve said before, I’ve loved being pregnant, I know this isn’t the case for everyone but let me bask in my glow damn it! I might not feel this way for subsequent pregnancies, I’ll try and enjoy it thank-you very much. The idea of ‘it’ being ‘over’ made me so sad. Secondly, surely this isn’t an ending, it’s just merely the beginning?! What a funny thing to say. I walked away somewhat taken aback and not quite sure what to make of it all… I haven’t had any inappropriate comments thrown my way whilst pregnant (well, other than the Aldi checkout chick who exclaimed to the whole store how HUGE I was) and I’m sure this person didn’t in the slightest think it was inappropriate, and maybe it wasn’t, but it definitely threw me. Huh…
Just like that, I’m 40 weeks pregnant. Well, probably not ‘just like that’ – I am truly appreciating that it takes a whole 9 months to grow a little life within yourself. It seems like just the right amount of time to mentally, physically and emotionally prepare yourself. Or so I hope. I may be popping back in to She Sows Seeds before we meet our little lad or lady, or perhaps not, who knows. One of life’s great mysteries.
So, we wait.