Waiting on baby...

So, yesterday there was supposed to be this meeting between me and my little "bug". That's according to the doctors and those professionals who forecast these types of things. Today, according to MY calculations, was the big day. Unfortunately for everyone - well okay, for me pretty much, nobody knows these things. They can only estimate. She will come when she comes...when she's ready...when I'm ready... I thought I WAS ready but apparently there's a bigger plan and I am doing my best to accept that it is a greater plan than I could ever imagine. I am definitely more anxious this time than I was with my first little 15 day late-comer. I think the difference is I know what to expect now and I can hardly stand the wait to hold this little one in my arms. With Isaac I was a little nervous -- not about labor and delivery, but more about having him. I think I really just wanted to enjoy my last moments of complete independence while I was still comfortable. This time I know that the rewards of holding my baby far outweigh any independence I might have savored in those 15 days. All I can do now is focus on the fact that no matter when she comes, every minute of every day is bringing me closer to her. I can't wait.