A few weeks in I realized how naive it was to think that she would be born precisely nine months later. Pregnancy, especially a first one, is full of uncertainties and doubt. I counted the days in between prenatal appointments when I would be reassured by my doctor with the ultrasound machine and fetal heart monitor that she was in fact still ticking and growing.
Eventually I could feel her move without any equipment and she would let me know that she was there, kicking, punching, and squirming. And thankfully she moves around a lot, so I never had to wait long to be reassured. But then I began to think, what if she pokes a hole in the amniotic sac while moving around so much and has to come early? I'm not sure what the proper term for this cause of preterm birth would be, but I'd think and pray, "Baby, please wait at least until 39 weeks when you'll be big and strong and have amazing lungs to take your first breath of air."
It looks like my prayers have been answered as I enter my fortieth week of pregnancy and as long as I don't go into labor today, I'll get my wish of having a February 2014 baby. My little seahorse. Because that's what you get when you combine Aquarius and Year of the Horse, right? Now I really won't be so picky. Although it would be nice to steal my brother's birthday. Or a very lovely gift to have this Valentine's Day. Or if she could just give me 24 hours notice to be able to let my birth team know and coordinate our schedules.
Oh baby girl, don't worry. I have great expectations for you, but any day you choose for your birthday is fine with me. Really. We'll have so much fun together when you come. I love you.