Although my doctor had a hunch that my baby girl might arrive this past weekend, she decided to hibernate in my belly for a bit longer. I was honestly kind of happy because MT and I were able to go out for dinner on Saturday night to celebrate my birthday (which was yesterday- April Fool’s Day).
I had pretty strong contractions all weekend though, and on Sunday morning, I was totally convinced that I’d have her that day. I even made sure that we brought my hospital bag with us whenever we left the house.
When I didn’t go into labor on Sunday, I became convinced that she’d arrive on my birthday. So many of my friends even called, sent texts, emailed, left Facebook messages, etc. wanting to know if I thought we’d be sharing a birthday.
By the way, yesterday the cashier at Publix asked me when I was due, and when I told her that I could basically have the baby at any moment, she said, “Well, you don’t want to have her today. April 1st would be a horrible birthday.” You should have seen her face when I told her that it was actually my birthday.
Anyway, my baby girl obviously wants her own birthday, and that’s fair enough.
I know that she’ll get here when she is good and ready. I mean, she can’t possibly stay in there forever! But I am definitely dying to finally meet her.
In the meantime, I am just enjoying some quality alone time with Michael. I am a little sad to see it coming to an end, but hopefully, he’ll love being a brother and things will only get even better.
Once again, I’ll keep you posted on her arrival!