i'm not sure if you've heard, but new england had the wettest, coldest, grayest june anyone around here can remember, and after a couple blessed days of sun the rain is unfortunately back. i think that's why i haven't been spending more time remembering this time last year -- it feels so un-summery that it's hard to believe a year ago i was hugely pregnant, meeting jill (who was soon to become nora jane's mom) almost every day to haul my giant, swollen, sweaty body around the pond in the oppressive heat, in fruitless attempt after fruitless attempt to encourage the baby to come out already.
hm. as i write this, it occurs to me that perhaps i haven't spent more time remembering my last months of pregnancy because they were so uncomfortable!
whatever the reason, it does not hold true today. i cannot help but remember that july 7, 2008 was my due date. as we all know now, that date came and went, leaving me just as pregnant on the 8th as i had been on the 6th (even a little bit more pregnant, if such a thing were possible). i didn't attach much importance to the date itself, knowing full well that only 5% of babies are born on their actual due date. and, the date is already a meaningful one in our family -- josh's beloved grandfather died on july 7, 2007. as josh wrote in his very first blog post (hey, happy blogaversary, hunney!), we were glad that our baby would have its own special date, so that our celebration of his or her birth would not be colored too greatly by our sadness at the loss of grandpa ferreira, and to preserve the 7th as a time to remember him. nonetheless, as the day came and went, as my ankles disappeared a little bit further and my back ached a little bit more and the first stretch marks finally appeared on my belly (true story, they didn't show up until the baby was officially late!), i did begin to feel somewhat discouraged and depressed.
i hope it goes without saying that she was worth the wait.
hm. as i write this, it occurs to me that perhaps i haven't spent more time remembering my last months of pregnancy because they were so uncomfortable!
whatever the reason, it does not hold true today. i cannot help but remember that july 7, 2008 was my due date. as we all know now, that date came and went, leaving me just as pregnant on the 8th as i had been on the 6th (even a little bit more pregnant, if such a thing were possible). i didn't attach much importance to the date itself, knowing full well that only 5% of babies are born on their actual due date. and, the date is already a meaningful one in our family -- josh's beloved grandfather died on july 7, 2007. as josh wrote in his very first blog post (hey, happy blogaversary, hunney!), we were glad that our baby would have its own special date, so that our celebration of his or her birth would not be colored too greatly by our sadness at the loss of grandpa ferreira, and to preserve the 7th as a time to remember him. nonetheless, as the day came and went, as my ankles disappeared a little bit further and my back ached a little bit more and the first stretch marks finally appeared on my belly (true story, they didn't show up until the baby was officially late!), i did begin to feel somewhat discouraged and depressed.
i hope it goes without saying that she was worth the wait.
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