And Another Monday Rolls Around

Here we are only seven days away from my due date and I am scared shit-less. And to mention the many other waves of emotions... First confidence and determination. Then despair because the baby has not yet come "early" and I am beginning to think he may never come at all.Although rumor has it that his birth is inevitable, I am still not convinced.
Next I am drenched with the wave of panic. How IN THE WORLD will I get through labor?! Is it possible to die from pain? Because I think I might. Needless to say this past weekend has been an emotional rollercoaster. And trying to stay on top of all these emotions has left me a bit drained and somewhat depressed.
Sometimes it seems as if I count my life in Mondays. Another Monday rolls around and, nothing. I am still here, still pregnant and although the weeks and months may be passing by I still feel stuck. And I wonder, after the baby's born, if that will change things, if I will still feel like I do in this moment. Will I still feel that twinge of sadness or doubt?Will I still feel the sting of being hurt? Will it always take so long to move on and will I be able to handle the many challenges ahead?
Are our lives really counted in Mondays or is there eventually a point when each day will begin to blend together? Looking over our shoulder will we not see a line of Mondays marking our lives but a picture explaining the why of where we have been?