So today was my “due date”... whatever that means. I’ve been late with all of my babies so I’ve sort of prepared myself to make it to this random date given by doctors that only really happens for about 4% of women. I like to think of it as a “guess date”. Yet with all my experience of “late babies” (Phoenix went 10 days past his guess date) I still can’t seem to grasp the art of “surrender”.. I mean if your a control freak like me, the ability to allow a tiny human inside of you to be the boss is very hard to do. Maybe the most humbling thing I have encountered, for the third time now and yet I still ask myself why I struggle with this concept. Maybe it’s because society tells us women are pregnant for 40 weeks and that’s “normal”. Maybe it’s because I feel like I’m in some sort of rush while everyone keeps calling and texting asking if I’m “still pregnant” which might be the most annoying thing on earth to answer to. Or maybe it’s because it’s the only time really in my adult life that I must be patient and wait for for something I have zero control of which is actually really beautiful. So here I sit and here I wait. Very humbled and choosing to surrender to this little dude in my belly that we are dying to meet. Thanks to my mini midwife Ryan and my main gal @lindseymeehleis, and the sweetest hubby in the world @markbirnbaum for walking me through 🤍