I never really thought I'd be 41 weeks, even though I know a lot of people go past their due dates. I also know a lot of moms that went into labor naturally at 37 or 38 weeks so I thought I'd be somewhere in the middle.
I'll be honest, its pretty tough. I'm bored, of course and my excitement about labor and the baby even is turning into anxiety. And, for a planner like me, the not knowing is driving me nuts. Also I feel like my body is failing me and in turn I'm failing everyone by not producing this baby I promised.
I am also still worried about induction. But I'm trying my best to stay positive. I've been so lucky with this pregnancy. So many women would give anything to be where I am. I keep telling myself that weeks of waiting for my inevitable full term baby is nothing compared to months and years of infertility. I am so lucky but it is still so hard.
So here I am repacking my hospital bags because everything is pretty wrinkled after being packed for a month. I go back and forth from happily nesting and enjoying baby free time with Neil to just sitting on the couch crying!
If I don't go into labor by tomorrow, its back to the doctor to schedule an induction, probably for Thursday.
Please continue to send labor and patience vibes.