It's the 8th...already

For the past 5 months, I've really felt like today was going to be the day. My husband picked today in his office pool, and after he had done so and without knowing that he even had an office pool, I told him I thought she was going to come on September 8th. That we had coincidentally picked the exact same day further solidified my belief that she would come today. So, I'm a bit disappointed that at 3pm this afternoon, I am still not feeling like she's going to be coming anytime soon. Not because my husband won't be able to add his winnings to our baby girls college education fund, but more that I had just really been set on this day. Now I'm a bit worried that she will arrive on September 11th. And if she does, I guess that's fine - it will be her special day. But her special day will then be shared with millions of people who will be morning the loss of family, friends and acquaintances who lost their lives on September 11, 2001. It’s strange that I have been seeing 9:11 on the clock every day, twice a day for the past year. Maybe it’s a sign? Or maybe I, along with many others, now recognize the significance of this time as it stands out more than any other. And at this time I’m usually arriving to work in the morning and watching TV, reading or on the internet at night where I often check the time. Anyway, to try to let my body know I am ready for my baby girl to be born, I have tried a number of different possible induction methods. I had already planned on making eggplant parmesan last night, which was interestingly enough on the list, tried sex, went for long walks, ate Indian for lunch today, had a mango smoothie? She’s obviously just not ready to come out. I’m so anxious! I guess that’s normal. I’m ready to hold my little girl in my arms and love her so much.

I've been waiting months for this day and now that it's here, I can hardly believe it. Life seems so surreal right now. I know that I have a baby moving inside me - I feel her hiccups and her kicks all the time. But am I really going to be a mommy? Have I really been married for two years? Am I really going to be 27 in another month? How did I get here? And where am I going from here? If so much has happened in the past two years, what's going to happen in the next two? I hope everything that happens is as wonderful as it's been. I pray that my family remains healthy and strong and that we continue to be blessed. We are so fortunate to have all that we do - each other, good jobs, a nice house, amazing families that love and support us. We are so fortunate to be having this child - and baby is very fortunate to have found us. We have so much love to give and will provide her with everything she needs to grow, learn and succeed in this world.