Lately, probably because of their shared obsession with playing games on my iPod, Ali and Baki have been trooping down the hill to the red house early, leaving me alone for a little while. It is so nice to have a bit of time on my own, especially at night time when I do not feel guilty not working in the garden. We went to the doctor yesterday, and she said that I have at least two weeks to go before the baby comes (the due date is not until May 6), so I guess I should enjoy this down time while I can.
I swore that I would not get impatient to have this baby, since babies are, after all, so much easier inside than they are when they come out (although not half as interesting). I mean, knowing as I do about the marathon sleeplessness, the endless diaper changes and feedings, breast engorgement, the postpartum train wreck, and all those other things that you swear never to do to yourself again, why would I be in any rush? Well, I have finally gotten big and heavy enough (not to mention that insane pressure on my cervix) to feel impatient.
Plus, this being the second time around, I know for certain what everyone tells you but you just can’t believe is true — whatever it is that is driving you crazy, it will pass. What’s more, when you look back on it, if you are anything like me (I erase bad experiences almost immediately), they will seem like no big deal. And even weirder, I miss that newborn madness. Well, not for long. So this is my note to myself in a month or so — it really does fly by, and you’re going to miss these days, so just try to enjoy them. Find something every sleepless day to savor.