We have arrived...the night before his due date.
Oh, what I would give to be having contractions right now.
What I would give to know he was on his way.
What I would give to know I would have my whole life with him in my arms.
But, my reality is the contractions already came...for 21 hours on Jan 4 and 5.
He has already been here. His tiny precious life is already over. My arms will never feel the weight of him again.
It is funny that a due date can hold so much emotion...but, when they do those ultrasounds and give you that date all of a sudden your whole life revolves around it. We thought how perfect that he would come in May...our lease was up on our apartment and we could finally move into a house. Ken would be done teaching at the end of the month and spend the whole summer helping me. I would be done being pregnant before the heat of West Texas really set in...and most importantly we would have a baby boy to raise.
I will always carry him in my heart. I will always love him. I hope that next time we get pregnant I can make it to the due date.