Wild And Restless Heart.
Mood:  accident prone
Topic: Pregnancy
My Julia is knocking at that door for sure; I feel her every minute of every day. Funniest physical sensations, like at any moment she may burst, Alien-wise, from one bit of my anatomy or another. At the moment my money's on the cervix; judging from the tussling pressure in my pelvis, any old time now she's going to pop out from between my knees, strike a pose and sing an aria at my feet. Isn't she?

Good Lord, little girl, so close you're getting now. I'm impatient to meet you -- and you seem impatient to meet us, too. Will you come out looking cranky like your sister? You sure feel cranky in there. But you've got just a bit longer to bake, see. So settle down. Let me get a cut and color this weekend, maybe even some precious time lying back with Matt against my shoulder and the new John Irving balanced atop Belly Mountain. Not much longer now, you wild girl. Calm your restless heart and pull your feet out from my cervix, now!