After months of (sometimes tense) waiting, the day is finally here. But the baby isn't. No one is more surprised than me. I fully expected to have the baby (and most likely be home from the hospital) by now. The fact that only 5 percent of babies are born on their due date, while more than half go up to two weeks beyond somehow escaped me.
So I now realize that a due date is, at best, an educated guess, and that first-time moms often go late. Which is reassuring, but still, it's a little anticlimactic to reach the date with no baby to show for it.
According to the doctor at yesterday's checkup, there's no sign that the baby will come anytime soon. That's fine with me. We have everything we need (except the Cooshee changer, which should be here any day), so I figure it will come when it comes. I'm not worried - as long as we don't get into "induce" territory. Then I'll start to freak out a bit.
The good news is that the doctor is a firm believer that nature does a better job inducing labor than medicine can, so we have a bit of leeway. Just how much isn't clear now. I'm just going to plan for it to happen naturally.
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