Ordinary Day

Today was supposed to be my initial 8 week OB appointment. Today was supposed to be the day that I would get my first glimpse of our new baby and its beautiful heartbeat. When I first found out I was pregnant and calculated my due date, I thought, "Uh oh, this timing is going to be a little crazy!" Because today was supposed to be the day I would learn for sure that September would be the busiest month on record, with C starting kindergarten, O starting preschool, and a new baby arriving at the end of the month.

But instead, today is just an ordinary Monday. Hubby went off to work, C went off to school, and O and I spent a morning filled with the usual activities (laundry, music class, errands, and a few debates about whether or not the potty is scary...). And any other day, this ordinary day would have been the perfect day. But today I woke up knowing what this day was supposed to be. And the hurried scribbles on the calendar that blacked out our previously scheduled activities weren't enough to wipe away my sadness.