Waiting

So here's the answer to the biggest FAQ from loving folks all around. 

Yup. No sign of baby yet.

 

I'm now hanging around in what Dr Seuss calls The Waiting Place

…For people just waiting.
Waiting for a train to go or a bus to come,

Or a plane to go or the mail to come,

Or the rain to go or the phone to ring,

Or the snow to snow,

Or waiting around for a Yes or a No,

Or waiting for their hair to grow.
Everyone is just waiting.

 

I'm taking some comfort in this beautiful piece on the last days of pregnancy

"To give birth, whether at home in a birth tub with candles and family or in a surgical suite with machines and a neonatal team, a woman must go to the place between this world and the next, to that thin membrane between here and there. To the place where life comes from, to the mystery, in order to reach over to bring forth the child that is hers. The heroic tales of Odysseus are with us, each ordinary day. This round woman is not going into battle, but she is going to the edge of her being where every resource she has will be called on to assist in this journey."

Baby, come soon! I'll be waiting for you.