As time ticks on and the big day approaches,  I get increasingly anxious about that fateful day I will give birth to my first baby. Women's bodies are by all accounts miraculous; we create and expel life. Our bodies have evolved to survive the experience, yet I am afraid. Although chances are I will recover and be completely okay, occasionally I let my  thoughts meander and find myself, just the tiniest bit of myself, wondering if I should have waited just a bit longer. I shrug off these thoughts almost as quickly as they come on, but the closer I get to my due date, the more often they pop up. I feel guilty for having these thoughts because this was a planned pregnancy with my husband, we've been together 8 years already. I love my baby already more than I could've ever imagined, but I am terrified of what I will have to go through to meet her.