I've always been the type of person who often enjoys the anticipation of an event more than the actual event itself.
Some examples? Christmas Day itself pales in comparison to the entire season leading up to it. Growing up, I usually enjoyed the 4th of July more than my birthday, the 5th of July. And when in school, I always loved those exciting, chaotic, field-day filled last few weeks of classes much more than summer break itself, which, let's be honest, was often very anticlimactic and boring.
So I guess it's kind of fitting that Brock and I have been given an extra, one-time holiday made up purely of anticipation. I'm calling it Baby Eve.And it happens to be today.
Apparently I have a really comfortable womb. Our little guy really isn't seeming to want to come out. Luckily for me (the most impatient person in the world) my doctor's office has a policy that they will induce you once you've reached a week past your due date. Tomorrow at 7am, we will go to the hospital and I will be induced. Whether he likes it or not, our baby is coming tomorrow. I'm really hoping he has a good attitude about it. If all goes according to plan, I will be someone's mom by tomorrow night.
Part of me is kind of sad that I'm probably not going to get to experience that frantic "holy cow, I am in labor" panic/excitement filled moment like a lot of moms get to. At least not this time around. I can't help but imagine how exciting it would be to have my water break-even if it were in public. Or how fun it would be to wake Brock up in the middle of the night because my contractions are so close together. But... I guess knowing exactly when the baby is coming is convenient- and exciting in a different way. I get all day today to think about it and prepare. I've been able to deep clean my house (all 700 square feet of it), catch up on laundry, pack my bag, buy treats to get Brock through the next few days and look forward to a nice relaxing shower tonight. The whole time my stomach has been filled with (the good kind of) butterflies; I cannot stop thinking about tomorrow!
Our baby's birthday will be August 24th. Some celebrities with birthdays August 24th: Rupert Grint (the fair skinned, ginger haired Ron Weasley) Chad Michael Murray (ahh, this would have made 17 year old Carolyn VERY happy) and Dave Chappell (the only stand-up comedian I can actually quote- I listened to one routine on my ipod during a long run once and creepily LOL'ed my way down Provo Canyon).
Tonight Brock and I plan on celebrating Baby Eve. I'm not entirely sure what this celebration will consist of, since he has class until 9pm, but I plan on making it special somehow. Maybe some good dinner and a movie? Or most likely we'll just sit around speculating in awe about what our baby will look/be like. That's what happens most nights anyway. Well one thing is for certain: just like I've never done so on Christmas Eve, there is no way I will be getting much sleep tonight!