Since we last posted

You might not know this, but last Saturday I had to take a friend to the hospital because she was in labor. By far the funniest moment occurred when we were in the ER waiting room and the nurse came down and just stared at us. It took me a second to realize she didn't know which one of us was in labor, or, if in the journey to get my friend, another pregnant woman and arrived. I explained that I still had 3 weeks to go. She gave birth Sunday morning and is now happily at home adjusting to the baby with her husband.

And I still wait. I want to do things to get him out, not just because I want to see him, but because I'm tired of my arms falling asleep at night, I'm tired of the strategic roll to get out of bed or to stand up I guess I'm just tired. But I remind myself, soon enough, and no sooner. All my life I've wanted to press fast forward, and maybe that's not always wrong, thinking ahead, planning for the future, but we can't forget the present. Enjoying right now. I enjoy all the compliments, even if some are said strictly to keep the pregnant hormones at bay. I enjoy the encouragement to hang in there. But my son. Easter isn't too far off and I'm already planning what I want him to wear and do, and show him off at church and take cute pictures. That's not really in my personality, and yet this little somebody, whom I've never seen, has brought out this nostalgic part of me that desires to stay in the moment. I can live with that.

So, t-minus 12 days (or less) and hopefully there will be a new Woodward in our midst.