In these final hours I’ve decided to start a mission, a mission to eradicate due dates. The fact is due dates are like expiration dates–some folks adhere to them as mere suggestions, others toss the milk the day after; a due date can drive a woman mad.
Well, babies don’t expire in the womb, they are not canned goods or sour cream…and though some of us think we can ignore a due date’s passing and patiently wait for the baby’s real birthday, it’s impossible to ignore completely.
But, I will say, with some concerted effort I have managed to forget what that day might be for this particular pregnancy. What a relief! Now, the simple answer to those ‘when are you due’ questions that come whenever I poke my head out a window: ‘I’m 39 weeks–whatever that means!’ Many are not satisfied, but it is not my goal to please the masses 😉
This little revelation as to due dates and their obvious connection to expiration dates has dawned on me the closer we get to the end. I don’t know when this baby is coming–no one does, and having that number out of my head completely makes it easier to wait. I highly recommend it!