Well, after eating all of the spicy food I could handle (including a ridiculous pizza that is known to induce labor), lots of fresh pineapple, walking/waddling everywhere, and bouncing on my yoga ball, baby boy has decided he does not want to come out on his own. I am scheduled to check into the hospital tonight to start the process of inducing labor.
Hopefully, tomorrow at this time I will be in active labor about to meet my son for the first time. When I think about how that moment will feel my heart swells with happiness that it feels like it might burst out of my chest. I am crying a little bit right now as I write this. And then I think about not being pregnant anymore and how that will feel. For the past 41 weeks he has been inside my belly where I can keep him safe. Now I have to share him with the world and all of the craziness that comes with it. And then I cry again. But I compose myself and think about the adventure that I am about to partake in and how much more exciting, beautiful, and full of love my life is about to become. I have become more in love with my husband throughout this whole pregnancy. Every time I feel sad or nervous about this pregnancy being over, I think of him holding our son for the first time. If it feels this great in my imagination, I cannot imagine how beautiful the experience is going to be in reality.
PS: I plan on blogging about my birth experience but if you want to find out exactly when baby boy is born, I will most likely announce it here first.