The waiting game...

Sometimes I feel like our whole life is a waiting game. It's just what you are waiting for that changes. Pat and I as a family first waited to find out where we would PCS. Then we waited to get into housing. Then we waited to see if he would have to deploy. And now we are just waiting for our little bundle of joy. The two due dates we were given were the 9th and the 14th. Not very far apart. So I am technically 39 weeks now and it could happen for us any time. Pat thinks it will be right on the 14th. I'm not so sure, once again, I think my sub-concious is hesitating to make any assumptions. If I could choose......I'd take the 10th. But no matter when this little one comes, I'll be happy to finally have something to hold in my arms, instead of kicking me in the ribs. =)