Oh this waiting is a funny thing. In the waiting for a baby your world slows down only to speed up when you have a string of contractions which make you wonder if “this is it”. The funny thing is I imagine this long line of pregnant women and each one that I had put ahead of me has gone on to birth. So I know I am next. So the waiting is a bit more… I dunno…filled? heavy? legit? I have a nice little rhythm going on of collecting my 7 kids and taking them to the pool with a picnic lunch everyday. I abandon all my grown up work…and set my sights on sun and swimming. Today after a rather eventful string of contractions I looked at my favorite birth partner and said, “You better be praying for me today… because those were real and I am next in line… and I sort of want to find the biggest pregnant lady and push her ahead of me in line yelling,‘take her instead. I will take tomorrow'” . I remember being like this in other pregnancies….so my need to shove a pregnant lady in front of birth and for me to hide in my room, isn’t new to me. I may not understand the actual baby concept… but I get the labor one. So I am waiting…and clearly I am trying to be oh so mature about it.