Last one standing.... and that's fine.

As of tonight, I will be the last of my pregnant friends to still be pregnant. The others, as of tonight, will all have had super early elective inductions or elective c-sections. Sure, they were slightly farther along than me, but not by terribly much. These babies were nearly all taken shockingly early. It's really insane what doctors are willing to do these days, and for the craziest reasons. (One had an elective induction 3 weeks early to get her husband out of going to the field.)

And so, the cheese stands alone, and most likely will for quite some time. The cheese is totally ok with that, though. Totally, 100%, unconditionally ok with it. I almost think that those of us not in a rush to the finish line are in the minority. I can't wait to meet the new baby, of course, but there is no rush. He/She will be here in his/her own time, not a moment too early or too late. Sure, we're getting things ready. We have the crib set up (although the baby won't use the crib right away), the small diapers washed and put away, gender-neutral onesies ordered, and our homebirth kit mostly assembled.

We are making our way toward the finish line, you bet, but we're not running. Ambling along leisurely suits us just fine. Baby's healthy, I'm healthy, and there is no rush. Looking forward to a nice simple birth, when it's time, and not a moment too soon.