I was thinking about how we say we are "expecting" when we tell people we are going to have a baby... and about how many of things that have happened in the last few days were outside of my expectations! For the better or worse--you can decide.
I was expecting to give birth around the end of January--near the 27th. I gave birth 17 days early. (Believe me, I am NOT complaining about this one!)
I was expecting that my aunt would be there to assist in the home birth. She was in Los Cabos until the day after. (Good thing I married a guy with a knack for midwifing!)
I was expecting for Noah to be having fun over at the relatives while I did my breathing exercises in peace. He was having a really... special... day right there with me. (Try screaming at me to pick him up while I'm having a contraction)
I was expecting for my water to break during labor. (That's just how it is for the ladies in our family) It broke the morning of my baby shower--the day before my labor started.
I was expecting to have a little, beautiful, dark-haired girl. (Check it out)
I was hoping that Noah would love her. (Check it out)
I was hoping she would be sweet, easy and peaceful. She is.
We call her Aleni Elizabeth.
And, we think we have it pretty good.