According to the handy Fertility Friend website where I diligently tracked my ovulation, every obstetrician in my practice, every ultrasound tech that ever gelled up my belly, and one Internet psychic, Betty was supposed to arrive on Monday, March 5, 2012. This date never wavered once during my entire pregnancy.
Only something like 5% of babies end up arriving on their due date and I’m pleased and even somewhat proud that she is part of that very small statistic. I was pregnant for exactly 40 weeks. And today Betty is exactly 40 weeks old.
Which means that at 4:14 pm, I will have officially held her in my arms longer than I held her in my tummy. Or…okay…maybe more like 4:45 because I had a semi-emergency c-section and I couldn’t hold her until they were done fixing me up.
But 4:14 was the first time I ever saw her face.
She’s changed so much in 40 weeks. Sometimes I can’t believe she’s the same kid!
For some reason this is making me a sappy, emo mess this morning. Not like she even has a clue what today means for us, but I wish I could go snatch her up from daycare at 4:14 and give her a big hug and a kiss.
I hope everyone had a fantastic weekend! Betty learned how to do the Cupid Shuffle. I have video proof.