Waiting for bub

Welcome to my first post! I've created this blog as a place to share stories and pictures of our beloved bub with family and friends, once he or she arrives. Today's post is also a place for me to express some of my current frustration at being full term pregnant and not having met our new bub yet.

My due date was yesterday, the first of March 06. Yesterday was also the first day in some time that I had a sudden burst of unexplained tears. Mentally, I had approached the day as I would any other day, knowing that only 5% of babies arrive on their due date. By the end of the day however, after many phone calls from well wishers and the inquisitive, my 'everything as normal' facade disappeared. My poor husband Ewan was a little unprepared for the tears at the dinner table. I suspect he is as 'on edge' about our impending arrival as I am. Suprisingly though, I don't have any apparent anxiety about the actual birth.

Ewan keeps modelling scenarios for getting me to the hospital when I go into labour, which I guess for him is the only time during the birth that he will have a starring role. My suggestion is that he will calmly return from his work, should I be labouring during the day, calmly shower and then we will calmly hop in the car, pick up my lovely sister who is providing further support, and calmly take the 40 minute drive to the hospital. Those people who know my dear husband [DH] would recognise the thread of optimism in this projected scenario.