And suddenly, I am comfortable. I don’t know if is because the temperature dropped or if the baby did or if I am accustom, now, to sitting funny ways and sneaking naps. But the pager number I scribbled with such urgency last week onto this page of my planner seems quaint and unnecessary. No, this week is not the week.
I have no say in the matter- the matter of the time, the matter of the day. And that is what I am trying to say, I guess. I am trying to say that I am happy. And this little one can come when she pleases. Or can come when he pleases. I am in no hurry. I do not mind. I’m just happy to be along for the ride.