My Due Date Has Arrived
Today is my due date.
I am 40 weeks pregnant. Nine months.
I honestly didn’t think I would see this date. I thought she would be here by now.
Every day I wake up wondering if today will be the day that I meet my daughter. Every night I wake up at least 5 times wondering if that was a contraction I just felt and then quickly realize nope, that’s just the feeling of wishful thinking.
I know I know. I have my whole life to spend with her. And she will come when she’s good and ready (or when my doctor decides it’s time to force her out). But when you spend so many months waiting for that magic date - the due date - and it comes and goes and you are still lugging around a belly full of baby, it can be a bit frustrating.
