...and March 10th...

so we're here. I am here. Tim is here. Monday, not so much.

My analogy this morning is getting to the finish line of a marathon and finding out there is still more road ahead of you. I am tired, I can't breath well, my feet hurt, my back hurts, my uterus hurts (sometimes) and I am done... or at least I want to be done.

I completely convinced myself on Saturday night that I was going into labor. I had a really bad and achy night. I was certain I was going to wake up in the morning and brightly say to Tim "I think it's time we went to the hospital". Further, as we walked back from breakfast in the morning, I think I had another contraction.... but no follow ups. I went to bed almost disappointed that it wasn't time yet. And the milestone of a due date undelivered is additionally disheartening.

Not that the world is bleak, it isn't. I've had a nice morning on the couch, a nice lunch, and am about to settle into a nap. I know that these are my last precious moments to be lazy and rested and I am enjoying them. but.... it's still 3/10....