A year ago today was my due date. You’d think since L was not actually born on her due date, I would have forgotten about it already. But I spent 9 months (well, more like 7 1/2 months) counting down to that date. Even though nothing happened, doesn’t mean I’d forget about it.
It’s weird when I think about that date now. Not just because nothing happened on that day. But because I still couldn’t believe that at some point I would have a baby. Sure, I felt all the kicks and could see L moving around but maybe it was just a bad stomach ache or something. At the same time I was anxious and just wanted to get labour over and done with.
It’s funny, I read all the books and watched all the Youtube videos by this time last year. I thought maybe that would make me prepared but I knew I would never be fully prepared for either baby or labour. I don’t even think I knew how to change a diaper at this point last year. Good thing I’m a quick learner…Or maybe I’ve been using diapers the wrong way this whole time.
Missing my due date did teach me one thing though-I have one stubborn baby who will get things done when she damn well pleases. She did not get that from me…