So here we are, three days passed the "due date" of child #1. We are at week 40, and I learned recently that up to 42 weeks is considered "normal." So, yeah. Really doesn't do much for my patience levels, or lack thereof.
I do know many other things, though.
For example, I know that "Life will be forever changed... in a good way." Check. I also know, "You will be grateful for this additional time you had before the baby was born because your new life will be different than it is now." Check. "You have sleepless nights ahead." Check.
A friend asked me today how I was doing, and I came up with another illustration of my state of mind. I told him it was like when you know you have to take an extremely important test in life. You walk into the exam room and see the test booklets sitting, ready to be passed out. The instructor picks up the tests, and you are ready. Anticipating what is going to be on there, with a vague sense of what it might be. The test begins the moment the booklet is placed in your hand, but the professor simply walks around the room. And walks. And walks, looking around. Not getting to the point where you can actually start the test by giving you yours.
Is NOT taking the exam great? Sure. Is not having to confront the reality of what is contained in the exam for a few extra moments giving of a sense of peace? Maybe. Can you actually relax in that situation? No.
I get it. Parenting is going to be a challenge. I am just ready for the test now. Not in the indefinite state of surprise.