I always assumed a due date was pretty exact. When I got pregnant, I found out that's not exactly true. In fact this "due date" seemed to be a bit hard to nail down even. My NFP teacher, my doctor, and my ultrasound tech all gave me different dates. All of them were in July.
I always accepted July 23rd as my due date.
My first due date is tomorrow. In my opinion it's the least likely to be correct as it was decided by the first day of my cycle with no regard for my actual cycle length. July 28th was deemed a due date by u/s tech and also seems unlikely to be correct. Taylor was probably too small because she wasn't going to make it.
No, July 23rd was my due date to me. So logically, that should mean that tomorrow should be fine. Just another day. And maybe it will be. But today isn't. Today I sit at my desk drinking coffee and clearly not nearly 40 weeks pregnant. Despite my lack of self esteem lately, I have a much better body than I wish I had just now. I should be giant and miserable and since I started drinking coffee only a month ago, it should still be repulsive to me. I should be completing Taylor's blanket and frantically checking every last detail for her arrival. Instead of clients calling to compliment my dedication to my job, I should either be off completely, or my coworkers should be grumbling behind my back about how I'm not focusing on my work. I should be a new mom, not an RE.
Jehovah Witnesses came to my house over the weekend to visit my husband (apparently their on a first name basis). I told them I'd pass along the message and as I closed the door they said "Someday soon, there won't be any suffering."
I can tell you without any doubt that today is not that day.