Write about: the birth.
Didn't manage to get this written until the evening of October 30th, so it's a good thing baby didn't decide to arrive extra early.
For those that missed yesterday's scheduled post: this is the second and final post I've drafted up to cover my expected absence during the birth of my son. Hopefully I'll be back tomorrow to share an update, but don't fret if the blog goes quiet for another day or two.
My priorities, they be elsewhere right now.
Oh, and same deal as yesterday: if this happens to be Two Haiku Tuesday, Four Line Prose Friday, or Four Line Poem Saturday, feel free to stick to the usual format.
While I felt somewhat uncomfortable writing on the labour prompt ahead of time, I'd say I'm completely and utterly incapable of doing this one any justice at all.
It comes down to this: either yesterday, or today, or possibly tomorrow, I became/become a father. I met/meet my son, hold him in my arms, hear him cry.
It's unthinkable to discuss this before actually experiencing it.
So I'm not going to try. When I return, I'll give it a shot.
Though there's no guarantee I'll be any more able to do it then.