Fun fact: Neither of my girls were born in the month they were due (and I don’t think this one will be either). I somehow ended up with two July babies yet I’ve never had a July due date. Honeybun was due the end of June and arrived 10 days late. Sugarplum was due early August and arrived a week early. For this one I don’t even tell people my actual due date, I simply say “early May” because I don’t believe in a single due date, I think focusing on a due range is much better (I don’t think my hubby even knows the official due date for baby #3).
With Honeybun I was very focused on the due date as my “end” point, which turned out okay since I went over. I didn’t end up obsessing for weeks and weeks about when she was coming. I knew she could come earlier but didn’t stress until the due date came and went and I only stressed then because the midwives and doctors started throwing around the terrifying “I” word (induction) and were ordering extra tests to make sure she was growing since I wasn’t.
With Sugarplum I focused on my getting-back-to-Florida date which was around 37 ½ weeks. My cousin whom we had arranged to watch Honeybun came a few days after we arrived and hubby came the next week. I had hardly any time to wait for Sugarpum as she came just a few days after hubby arrived.
This one for some reason I’ve always had my mind focused on my “full-term date” at 37 weeks. 37 weeks is also the point at which I can have the baby at home, before that I’d have to transfer to the hospital and probably to a doctor I’ve never met. I realize that I may have many weeks of waiting and stressing if I go much past that but I have a feeling I won’t. Something about this baby is telling me just getting to 37 might be a challenge and going much past that is highly unlikely. Though it’s true babies come whenever they want and my mommy signals could be getting messed up! Either way, in 8 weeks or less baby will be in my arms and I can’t wait to see his/her precious little face!
