April 20th... come and gone.

I had a plan.

That was my first mistake.

You can't have plans when it comes to having children, whether they are here already or still parked in your big basketball of a belly. I guess this might be my first lesson in motherhood. I hate being late. I make a point to be somewhere 5 minutes early no matter where I am going. Dinner, movies, appointments, Walmart. Bryan is just the opposite and apparently his son has already inherited one of his more annoying traits. If Wyatt comes out biting his nails... I will just go ahead and pack my bags now.

Wyatt was supposed to be here April 20th. No later, though earlier would have been acceptable. That day of course came and went... as did the next 6. Not knowing what a contraction should feel like... every bubble and pop made me want to grab the keys and get on the road. But alas, here I remain... with my faithful laptop perched on my ever expanding belly.

So maybe this is the first test. Patience.

But that only goes so far and luckily with today's amazing advances in medical technology they can now put a nice number on how far you have to stretch your patience and mine ends... tomorrow. At 8 pm sharp I will enter the hospital, check into my suite, get hooked up to a constant drip of something close to wonderful and awake in the morning to the sweet coo's of my baby boy. That is how it goes right? Aww the joys of the unknown. Let me linger in my naive world until then.

So here it is...

Lesson #1: Learn to go with the flow... and accept that being 5 minutes (or 7 days) late is okay if means your child is better off because of it.

See you on the other side.