Write about: labour.
I am writing this in the evening on Thursday October 25th and it has been sitting in my drafts ever since. If you're reading this, I think it's safe to assume a couple of things:
- Kat went into labour at some point in the previous 24 hours.
- The labour began slowly and gently enough that I had time to schedule this post.
Either that or I was a really, really big jerk and made Kat wait around in extreme distress before driving us up to Penticton. Hard to say.
So, yeah. Not sure exactly when you'll be hearing from me again, but likely it will involve a picture or two of a super cute (in my totally unbiased opinion) baby.
Unless, of course, it was a false alarm. In which case, I shall be back shortly!
Assuming things were mellow enough, you'll get another scheduled post tomorrow. Beyond that, I promise nothing.
Oh, and since I can't know what day it is ahead of time, if this falls on a Tuesday, Friday, or Saturday, feel free to write in the appropriate format. Or not.
Like I'll care. I'll be otherwise preoccupied, I suspect.
After a lengthy wait
(A pregnant pause, if you will)
The final act begins,
Leaving me feeling so thrilled
(And more than a little ill).
This long and winding road
Is about to reach an end.
I don't know how we'll arrive,
I can't predict each bend -
That map I can't comprehend.
A course has been set,
Mother Nature at the wheel.
Before I can stop to think,
Baby will arrive with a squeal
And love will be all I feel.