Waiting

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.