Every three months or so, a woman in her late 20s might go through the following thought process.
For she was due, but she was late, and every day that passes brings a new question.
Was it really supposed to be today?
Is it stress?
Was it illness?
Did anything change recently?
How many days before I can start asking the real question?
Am I, could I possibly be, is there a chance I am..?
Then, invariably, the day arrives and all uncertainty is dispelled. As well as any hopes you had that maybe your life was about to take on a new kind of meaning.
Of course, that’s a selfish thought. We are talking about a new individual, a separate, independent entity, not some cure for quarter-life crisis.
Still, it’s hard not to hope that it’s finally time to see that look in your husband’s eyes, time to use your body to the potential it has been granted, to complete the circle and try that whole motherhood thing for yourself.
It’ll probably be tomorrow, won’t it?