Waiting. 38 weeks 6 days.
My anxiety is almost completely banished. Little remains to prepare for her arrival. Nesting is almost complete. My body alternates between clear signals of progress and feeling, if anything, unusually comfortable and energetic. Today is the Summer Solstice. The full, Cancer Super Moon is about to make her appearance. I'm one official week from my due date, but all my instincts and loved ones believe it will be sooner than later. On Sunday, I'm having my belly hennaed. I'm no longer worried about labor. I'm totally excited to meet her.
My habitual inner cynic cautions me that she may be very late just to mess with me. I'll be using all the tricks in the book, cone due date. She wants out, and we're ready for her.
My habitual inner cynic cautions me that she may be very late just to mess with me. I'll be using all the tricks in the book, cone due date. She wants out, and we're ready for her.