Isn't my husband sweet?
Now, of course - I'm disappointed that a weeks worth of contractions have amounted to nothing, but instead leaving the office wanting to rant, we left with a dose of perspective. (Our doctor is fantastic). And I needed it. No more being annoyed with getting up in the middle of the night... I'll knock out a few more pages in my book. No more being bored at work... I'll wrap up that last project that I've been procrastinating on (that's been hanging over my head). Bring on the birthday parties we have planned for this week... it's going to be one of the last times we can go to a bar without a time limit!
Another thing that I've been overlooking? The simple fact that this is the last time in our lives that we'll be children free. Forever. And while I feel like a moose and am sore in every joint and muscle, I can still do what I want, when I want, how I want. (Yes - for the last time, it's still ALL ABOUT ME!)
So, instead of rushing through these final days in anticipation, I'm going to enjoy our DINK status while I can and let Baby come when he's ready. Patience has never been my particular brand of virtue, but I can change my perspective and treasure a few more selfish days of enjoying our life, and our freedom pre-baby.
Who knows. Maybe he'll see how much fun we're having out here and decide to show up!
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