I am being induced on October 24.
I just bought milk that expires on October 25.
I will have a baby before the milk in my refrigerator expires*.
I'll let you think about that for a moment. Are you freaking out yet? I might be, but it's a good freak out. It's an awesome freak out. It's the kind of freak out that you have before something so big and exciting that your brain just can't handle the awesomeness of what is about to happen.
I'm giddy. I can't think about it without smiling and fighting back tears of pure joy. I will meet our daughter in 9 days (or sooner if she deems it appropriate to grace us with her presence before then), I will hold her, look at her little face, kiss her little lips and toes and hold her closer to me than I've held anything in my life. It's absolutely amazing. Quite simply amazing.
I'm terrified. Do you know what has to happen for her to get here? She has to leave my body! As in there is something inside me that weighs 7+lbs, is attached via a fat cord of blood and muscle to a large fleshy disk that weighs another 1-2 lbs and it has to exit my body. Now, I know you don't know me, but I can assure you that there is not a hole in my body that is currently large enough to facilitate this transition. I know that the human body is amazing and women have been doing this for years and years, blahdy blah blah, it doesn't make it any less terrifying.
Of course the giddy outweighs the terror most of the time and sometimes the terror feeds the giddy because honestly, no matter what happens to my body it's going to be the most amazing experience of my life and totally worth every little** pain I experience.
*OK, I totally know that induction can last over 24 hours but I'm choosing to believe that they will start the meds and she will arrive painlessly and wrapped in a nice clean blanket within the hour. What? Shutup. Let me have my fantasy.
**HAHAHAHAHA! I said little pain in reference to childbirth. Shutup. I need my fantasies.