The Waiting Game
Sometimes it feels as if Labor Day will never arrive.
2 days late Vacuum under sofa. Realize you could perform open-heart surgery on coffee table. Mopey husband pushes empty stroller around living room.
3 days late Pesky friends, relatives call: “So? …” Begin screening calls.
4 days late Awaken to achy back. Shift positions. Backache retreats, then returns. Consider waking husband. Consider doing final load of laundry. Consider scrubbing bathroom grout. Decide to relax and see what develops. Feel overcome by odd sense of peace. Realize that baby will be born on his schedule, not yours. Drifting back to sleep, lulled by soothing crackle of vinyl mattress protector, realize you just might be ready for parenthood after all.