Let me give you a peak into my rollercoaster of emotions regarding everyday that passes by...

Stage 1: The beginning. The due date my doctor (and the internet) calculated for me has arrived and i've convinced myself that my little one was going to make their debut on (or maybe even before) said date. I've gotten everything ready. The nursery is pristine. The bassinet is set up in our room. Baby blankets and onesies have been dutifully washed in organic, newborn-friendly detergent. Now. Where the heck is this baby?! The waiting game has beguns. 

Stage 2: I start taking matters into my own hands. Now that my due date has passed, I'm officially antsy, and I've convinced myself that I can make things happen on my own. I Google "natural ways to induce labor" 564 times a day. I try all of the advice. I walk further than I've ever walked before. I drink red raspberry leaf tea. I order the spiciest meal i can find within a 35-mile radius. I, at the very least, consider sex, which, let's face it, isn't very appealing when you're 9+ months pregnant, but still, we get it on multiple times a day. Despite all our efforts, still nothing.

Stage 3: Annoyance. Now, not only have I been pregnant for five years, but everyone I know is calling and texting us 900 times a day to see if I've had the baby, and if I know when I will have the baby. These people of course mean well and we appreciate their concern for our welfare, but oh my god, it only adds to the pressure! Where on earth is this baby? My uterus must be really comfy.

Stage 4: Fear. Now that I'm more than a few days past my due date, I've started wondering (aka worrying) about induction. What if she doesn't come on her own? What if I have to be induced?! I don't really want to be induced, but I want to do what's safest for me and my baby. And then I start worrying about said induction resulting in a C-section, because, according to Google and my friend's friend's mom's sister, that's exactly what happened to them. Panic has begun to ensue.

Stage 5: Denial. I have convinced myself that she is never going to come. Nope. She's just going to rest snuggly inside of my warm, cozy belly forever. I've begun to get used to the idea of an eternal pregnancy, and although I'm not thrilled with the idea, I guess I could live with it. 

Stage 6: HAVE FAITH! It'll happen. I'll finally go into labor and it'll almost seem unreal after being pregnant for so long, but I'll be more than ready to meet her. I assume I will still be in the denial stage at this point that it's not ACTUALLY happening, but none the less, she will finally be here.