Early Ode To My Son

You aren't even born yet. But I can somehow see your face.
You have given your mother quite tough time already.
Now it's past your due date and your running out of space.
For now the epidural is allowing her to sleep.
And I am left to wonder what you will be like as you grow.
Will you be a good sleeper? Will you help your mother?
Will you share our sense of humor and maybe help me mow?
I can't wait to see you smile when I hold you tight.
I have images of me pitching a ball as you give the bat a swing
I'm afraid I'm not great at sports but we can learn together.
I want to see your first step and be there for you in everything.
I have to wait only a little while longer to hold you in my arms.
Until then we have to help mommy in her labor with you.
I know she will be just as happy to see you too!

40 weeks, 4 days

I had my final dr. appt yesterday afternoon. After getting checked, the dr. decided to schedule me to be induced the next day at 7am.

That's only 3 hours away. It's 4am and I'm completely terrified. It might be one of the scariest feelings I've ever had. So here I am, awake, crying, and sitting next to my dog and cat on the living room couch in the still of the night.

I hope everything goes well tomorrow; all I can think about is everything that can go wrong.

The good thing is that very soon I will get to hold him. That is what I am trying to focus on...