Tomorrow is the day. The day that seemed for the better part of a year like it would never come. I've basically been holding my breath waiting for it, and now it's here and it's surreal. The DUE DATE. Dun dun dun. I realize that babies only come on their due date about five percent of the time, and so I'm not really getting my hopes up, but just to know that I made it to this day that's been looming for so long is a comfort in and of itself.
I probably should have started writing about this whole pregnancy process a little sooner than now. It would have been nice to look back on, but I just couldn't allow myself to write about it for some reason. Maybe it's because for months and months (and maybe another month) I was so terrified of something going wrong that I didn't want my feelings about it put down anywhere concrete. As long as they were inside my head they, and he, were safe. I realize now that doesn't make much sense.
I've started blogs before - some just for me, some I've made public. Some I tried to keep to a theme (ala the failed cooking blog when I was inspired by "Julie and Julia"), which usually lost their allure soon after the first post. Some I kept for a few days, some I've kept for years. I don't know what this one will be. I'm trying not to put a label on it. I can guarantee there will be much baby-ness, with probably some crafting, thrifting or whatever else I feel into at the time. I'll try to keep the ranting to a minimum, but to cut it out entirely just wouldn't be me. Mostly, I just want to keep track of the little moments that happen in my life, and the life of my growing family. Because I know how fast they're going to pass.
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