There should be no such thing as a due date when it comes to pregnancy. I am instituting the Arrival Period. Why you ask? Let me explain.
Even though I know that babies are rarely due on their due dates, and that due dates are often inaccurate, and that babies are ready to arrive anywhere between 37-42 weeks, there is still this underlying anticipation I feel as my due date approaches. The other problem is that everyone asks when my due date is, a natural question, but one that just reinforces this anticipation which I am trying to ignore.
My wise midwife advised that I could try expecting my baby to arrive on the last possible date of my Arrival Period, and that way I can enjoy life until then rather than waiting on pins and needles. So that’s what I’m doing (or trying very hard to do). I’ve been going out for long walks and getting out into the trees and by the water. Here are some photos of me at Pacific Spirit Park. This time in nature is also bringing me a feeling of calm and joy, and awakening creative ideas.
