I was talking with Raendi last night about this strange limbo that we are in. The Kidlet is due on Saturday and many of my moments in the day are thinking about his/her birth. Not knowing when it's going to happen is both exciting and little anxiety inducing.
It's like a surprise Christmas morning, but instead of Santa Clause showing up with presents we pack our bags and head to the hospital for the marathon. Now, to run a marathon or climb Mt. Washington or something like that, I would normally prepare. I'd be sure to get a good night's sleep, eat a good breakfast, wear comefortable shoes. But, being pregnant, all that goes out the window! So, it's more like climbing a mountain after a night of dancing and a few too many apple martinis. It makes for a strange anticipation.
But, just like Christmas morning, when it finally arrives and we get to meet the little one, it's about family and love and hope in the world and joy. And it will be blessed work and moments to learn and oppertunities to grow and be thankful.
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