I am a planner. Did you know that about me? I don't just plan; I love to plan. I love to plan for contingencies; what my options might be in any situation. So while I am anxiously looking forward to meeting our newest little one face to face (instead of feet to stomach), I find myself a little frustrated at the end of a pregnancy. You see, I want to know exactly when the baby will be born. I want to plan ahead. Every time we talk about doing something tomorrow or the next day or the day after that, I think "What if the baby comes?" Then all my plans will be ruined.
Having been through this before, I know the elation of a birth will easily conquer any frustration from a change in plans...but that doesn't help me much in the anticipation of potentially marred plans.
I suppose I will survive. Logically, we're hoping baby will wait until the evening of the 16th as Kansas Dad should lose the cast (and crutches) that afternoon. I know his class is praying for that exact night so he'll have to cancel class.
Just between you and me, baby, you can come anytime now. Anytime. Let's finish this pregnancy and get on with the rest of your life!
