Carson Meyer Instagram – Part 1 of 4: Our Birth Story One of the first things that I tell my clients is forget your due date, don’t tell people your due date, babies come on their own time and putting a date to it is only going to get in your (and your loved ones) head creating unnecessary expectation or even unnecessary intervention. Surrender to the mystery of their arrival time! Well my due date happened to be my 29th birthday and of course I didn’t take my own advice. I was so excited by this sweet coincidence that I looked forward to my birthday in an entirely new way. I was born two weeks “late” and I know that the attachment to an estimated date ultimately contributed to the way that I myself was born. Letting go of the expectation around time was part of processing my own entry to this world in prepare for giving birth. Although I loved being pregnant and felt physically very comfortable, patience was not easy for me. When my birthday came and went, I like so many before me wondered if I’d ever go into labor. Like standing on the edge of cliff I so badly wanted to jump because I knew that there was no turning back and diving in seemed far easier than sitting with all the big feelings of anticipation. I chose to give birth in an environment that would not impose a deadline or expiration date on my pregnancy with a midwife that would support us on our own time. Letting Lou choose her arrival time important to me especially knowing that the hormones of labor are initiated by the baby. A few days after my birthday I made an effort to stop moping around the house impatiently. My girls @beaitch and @maggierogers made me killer playlists to lift my spirits and dance to on the treadmill. (I walked at least a mile every day in the 3rd trimester but on this day I put some pep in my step). I took photos of my belly not knowing this would be the last photo before my water broke. That evening I read @kat.villain Wild Rhythms and had ox tail for dinner before getting ready to watch White Lotus. At 8pm sharp we were sitting on the couch cuddling with our pup Paulie when I felt a pop followed by a gush…