Today is my actual due date. I take it with a grain of salt though, since my due date used to be December 2nd, but apparently the hospital and my doctor's office count things a little differently.
All I keep getting asked is, "Are you ready?" Uh, no. No, I'm not ready.
Do I feel prepared? Yes. Do I have the stuff necessary to bring the kid home? Yes. But still, I don't think we're ready.
I don't think you're supposed to actually feel ready for this.
I have no idea what kind of labour and delivery it's going to be, or how I'll react to the situation. I have no idea how I'll deal with the exhaustion and the complete change in our lifestyle.
I figure it's easier to think "Nope, not ready for this, not ever going to be ready." than to sit there thinking, "Ah, I'm totally ready for this!" I think I'd just be setting myself up for failure that way.
It still feels pretty surreal to me, and I don't think anything is actually going to happen for some time yet. Jagger's more concerned than I am right now, he worries when he leaves me and overreacts to every little groan and complaint I have.
I've been pretty calm and relaxed the whole time, so hopefully that keeps up for me in the home stretch!