Imminent Baby.
Mood:  celebratory
Topic: Pregnancy
So, it's going to happen; this baby will be born. The Coochie Doc did a pelvic on Thursday (violated without even a kiss!) and found me dilated 2-3 centimeters. That's just short of knocking on Heaven's door. So there is an induction scheduled for Tuesday. If she decides to wait that long. I'm thinking tomorrow. Maybe today. But Julia will do what she will. I'm okay with that.

I have a strong urge today to rest, to curl up and conserve my strength. I'm going to do that. I'm still grappling with this flu, and although I am a yellow-bellied coward who absolutely will have an epidural, there will be work to be done. Pushing out a baby is hard work. Caring for a newborn, not so hard; mostly it involves nursing a lot, and God knows I've had enough practice at that. But it also involves a juggling act, a pushing of the envelope of love to let a new life into the circle of our family. I'm worried about Matt. Attached to his mama? You can't imagine. I have to be sure he understands that there's love enough, that adding another child means more love to go around, not less.

I'm feeling hopeful, and happy, and strangely peaceful. Soon enough she'll be in my arms, and I'll deliver that kiss I promised her in January, that first kiss on her fuzzy dark head. (Or redhead? Sometimes I imagine her a redhead.) See you soon, girl child.

And see y'all on the other side.