Here we both are, still: you and I. By this time, I was in active labor with your sister, and by 11:40 am tomorrow, you will officially have surpassed her gestation to become the longest-running of my pregnancies. No matter how things play out this week, though, this may be my last "Raspberry" post. I was informed at last week's appointment that if you haven't made an appearance by the next one (which is this coming Thursday), I would be encouraged to schedule an induction. I suppose that I could still take a wait-and-see approach, even at that point, but by then I'd have the added fear that you will be approaching your sister's size at birth, and I don't think I could take that stress on top of everything else.
Though the deadline would be 41 weeks, or April 5th, I imagine that once I commit to an induction I'm going to just want to get it over with as soon as possible, perhaps even by the weekend following my appointment. I guess we'll just have to see what's available. It's blowing my mind that we're approaching the real possibility that you may be an April baby rather than a March one- just goes to show that you never can tell with these things.
Or maybe things will just suddenly happen tonight. I was really, really rooting for today to be "the day," I'll be honest. Having been born on the 24th, myself (of a different month), I'm rather fond of the date, and I was a Sunday baby. I think it's pretty safe to say that the possibility is out at this point, but a girl can still hope, right?
There's a valuable lesson to be learned in all of this, though, after all. I can make plans and set expectations all I like, but ultimately you are who you are, you'll be who you'll be, and you'll come when you're meant to come. I just hope I've got some sanity left when that time finally arrives.