The last time my due date came and went I didn’t know what to expect. All I know I was large and nervous as all hell about childbirth.
This time, as my due date (yesterday) came and went, I was a little more relaxed. I shopped around Nordstrom’s half-yearly sale (being 9 months pregnant is a great way to save money), and ate lunch at Fred’s at Barney’s with my mom. Sure, I was reading into every ache and pain, wondering if labor was imminent, but made it through the day nary a baby in sight.
Last time around, they made me wait ten, excruciatingly long days past my due date to have my son.
This time around, I was able to pick my induction date (late tonight/ early tomorrow.) There’s nothing quite stranger than having an appointment time to have a baby. But I’m a planner and this organized way of childbirth (as much as I can control the situation) suits me just fine.
Last time around I was wary of epidurals, coedeine, tylenol (hospital strength) and various creams.
This time around I say bring all the meds on. I don’t need to be a hero.
Last time I brought cute lounging clothes to wear at the hospital.
This time, I packed all black. And one cute lululemon sweatshirt to wear home and for photos.
Last time I told anyone who’s anyone to come visit me in the hospital.
This time, with H1N1 on the prowl, even my son may not be able to visit.
Both times, however, I’m equally excited.