I consider carrying and delivering a baby to be one of the greatest female-specific responsibilities. And for me, this responsibility comes with challenging decisions, especially as I reach the end. I'm now over 40 weeks pregnant, and while I'm certainly ready to meet Connor (and have my body back), I also want this pregnancy to end when my body is ready, and not based on medical timing. I definitely value the expertise of doctors, which is a big reason why I've opted for hospital births, but I also want to give my body a chance to do what it can do.
As I sat in my appointment yesterday with Michael and my doctor, I struggled when we talked about scheduling my labor. They both thought Thursday sounded like a great time to have a baby, but I want to allow my body to do this on its own. Let's be real, I was created to do this. I've carried this baby for nine months, and I'm curious to see how I can finish the race. So here we are, taking walks, being patient and giving my body a chance to tell me it's time. If there's no baby on Sunday, we'll take advantage of modern medicine and use some tools to bring on labor. But until then, we'll be waiting it out.