Don't Be So Silly,

This was something I came to later than I should have, and honestly, it's a bit ridiculous that it took me the time that it did to come to this as a conclusion.

I keep saying to myself that certain days would be a lovely birthday for my little boy, partly because I think if I keep telling him today would be a nice day or whatever day would be a nice birthday, he might listen and it might help him to get a move on, but there are certain days that I think would be better than others because of what they mean, or at least, there were certain days. 

I think there are some days that are just special because of things that have happened previously, so things like family anniversaries or lucky numbers or other family birthdays and such, but the realisation I came to when the first of the days that I thought would be perfect, and that would be after he turned full term, passed was that it doesn't matter what date my little boy is born - as long as it's not Christmas Day or Boxing Day because I don't want him to feel overshadowed by Christmas every year - because no matter what day or date my son is born, it's going to be a special day, because it's the day that my son was born and it's the day I become a mum, officially. Even though I'm looking at a calendar now and thinking I don't know what day would be perfect for him to arrive because I want it to be a super special day, it will be anyway, so I just need to chill out about it, because I'm pretty sure everyone re-writes their lottery numbers when the y have a baby because the numbers that you find lucky or important are probably going to change anyway. 

The best thing I can think at the moment though, as I'm sat here drafting this, is the sooner the better baby boy, because I can't wait to hold him, I can't wait to have our first cuddle and see his little face, but I am also looking forward to being able to put him down for a nap and being able to then either leave his dad looking after him or one of his grandparents, so I can go and do something, even if that's sleep, hopefully without pain. (That's not just the sleep thing; doing anything without pain would be a blessing right now, because it's just all the time!)

Maybe by the time this blog is actually posted, the little man will have seen fit to join us Earth side, but that might be just wishful thinking. Maybe.