The Time Has Come!

So here we are, 41 weeks and 1 day pregnant - and STILL no Baby Boy D. This little guy has proven that he is just too comfortable for his own good and will now have to be forced to join us on the outside. I have to admit, I'm extremely disappointed we got to this point. I'm sad that I don't get to go into labor naturally, and have the anticipation of the 'this is it' moment, and I'm definitely sad that more medical intervention has to be used. I had really hoped that the only drugs I would have would be the epidural. As I type this, I'm trying not to cry too hard. I knew not to expect everything to go perfectly or how I wanted, but the disappointment that I didn't at least get to go into labor on my own time is unavoidable.

So, here we sit getting ready.....packing, charging cameras, cell phones and my laptop. Washing clothes and getting together some snacks for Daddy D to have at the hospital (and we'll slip a bottle of champagne in there too in case we are up for celebration after his arrival!). It seems so surreal! Maybe because the birth is now so planned instead of spontaneous. But, we still have the anticipation of how long labor will last and what time and day he will actually join us. I'm trying to get more excited, and I'm sure once we get to the hospital the excitement will build a bit more. Right now I'm still mourning my loss of the labor that I wanted and moving into the acceptance of the labor that is reality. I will force myself to remember that I'm working towards a goal here - meeting our son! I know he'll have the sweetest face I've ever seen and I can't wait to kiss him after all this time!

Now we say goodbye to the last nine months and say hello to our next challenge; parenthood! I can't believe how quickly this time has gone by, and I'm grateful for every moment of it and wouldn't have changed a thing. And thank you to my supportive husband; he's been so understanding, wonderful to me and helpful around the house the bigger and bigger I've gotten! I always knew he would be a great father, but over the last nine months I can see he's going to be even better than I imagined. I love to see how much he loves his little boy already, and I know seeing him as a father will make me even more head over heels for him than I already am. And now I get to have TWO loves of my life. I'm a lucky girl.

                       Here is my last weekly belly shot - 41 weeks! Friday, December 2nd, 2011