Superstitious

I know, I know. Mostly I'm all zen about this weekend and her upcoming birth. I keep saying "She'll come when she's ready." "Oh those contractions, they are nothing until I can't take it anymore." "I probably just have to crap again."

But let me tell you, I keep hoping every single twang and pain in my lower extremities is this starting. It's not that I want her out but that after reading everything I can about labor and birth and caring for a newborn, I just want to meet her.

Waking up at 3:00 a.m. hoping HOPING my water has broken. Sigh. Patience, that's what I'm learning. Thanks kid.