Still Waiting

I think that due dates are completely ridiculous. I understand the need to have an approximate date of arrival, but let's just call them that. To me, "due date" sounds like a deadline and being the nut job that I am, due dates evoke fear and panic. I respond one of two ways to due dates... either I try to get the assignment done super early or I procrastinate until the very last second. But never, Never, NEVER in my real life do I let due dates slip by. School papers, library books, work assignments... these are things with due dates.

Babies play by their own rules. We all know this. And while there is a typical length of gestation, even if you know the exact day you conceived, apparently our bodies aren't very good at looking at a calendar. Babies come when babies come. Squirt was 5 weeks early, and with the exception of spending a week in the NICU, you would never know that he was early... he just required a shorter baking time.

So pregnant women get assigned a due date based on their last period and then the date can get moved based on ultrasounds and such. As a due date gets closer, most women start to freak out... we just want the baby OUT! We were told it would be over by a certain point and for the love of all that is holy, I just want to see my feet again and not have the constant heartburn/other ick that accompanies pregnancy.

And God forbid in this society you go over your due date. Just ask my dear friend, Jenn, who practically had to hide from her doctor in order to avoid being induced. Whereas Squirt didn't require as much baking time, maybe some babies just require more. Yet, if you reach that due date without a bundle of joy in your arms, panic sets in.

While I *know* all this, it is still strange to me that I am a bit shocked that Spud isn't here yet. His due date isn't until Friday. Maybe Spud is just going to be a more laid back, enjoy the ride, what's the hurry kind of kid. I'm sure he is warm and toasty in their and realizes that being a winter baby means very quickly being thrust into cold, Cold, COLD!

I'm trying to be patient. I have some days where I am a complete crazy pants, and others where I am just trying to enjoy this time with Squirt and Squishy's family. If Spud isn't here by Friday, Squishy is going to fly up to join us for Christmas. He has never been in the country for a Christmas with Squirt and I just can't imagine being with his family for the holiday while he is alone at home (though I know all of our military friends would gladly take him in).