DDAY

 

Well, it's May 31... The last day of this beautiful month, the day we've long awaited, and we're here, 7am, Samara at intense play with cheerios stuck to her chin, me and Steve dodging in between piles of laundry brought off the line last night, not yet put away, and coffee in the pot airing the morning papers and blogs, all cuddled up on the couch. The sun is shining, shortly we will head out to the Memorial Day parade, but maybe not the hospital. Yesterday I awoke to some telling signs that the end could be near and immediately I was overwhelmed with excitement and terrifying nerves. Dramatic changes in bowel movements are regular in the final days or hours before labor, but these changes, I knew, were pure churning of the tummy trauma. The other moments passed and now I'd give anything to have them back, though I know when they do return, I'll be twice as thrilled and three times as anxious. Maybe this day will surprise us, the pressure on my pelvis tells me anything is possible, but maybe it will simply be one more gifted day from God in the sunshine, by the sea, with most of our families, awaiting the arrival of this newest little one. We will continue to clean and dream, organize and enjoy life with our little girl, proof that angels come also in June, and babies make life all the cheerier, early, late or right on time. I'll keep you posted...