(Pencil drawing by L’Wren Scott)
I’m four days past my due date and there aren’t many signs that baby is coming too soon (not that there have ever been for me!) I don’t get a sixth sense that labor is going to start soon. I’ve never gotten that burst of energy that people talk about having before they go into labor. I’m honestly just uncomfortably large, which makes taking care of two kiddos a bit tricky! Have you ever tried to pick up toys/crumbs, etc… off the floor with a giant balloon or something stuffed inside your shirt? I can’t quite think of any comparison except that it’s impossible. I get lightheaded every time and wonder if the baby is just going to fall out upon standing upright. (Wouldn’t it be nice if it was going to be that easy!?)
I keep thinking of things I need to do before the baby arrives-stuff to pack, organize, cook, etc…but in reality everything has been done. Each day that passes just means more to-dos from the day to day grind. The kids are loving summer-warm days by the pool + later bedtimes. I guess we will just soak it all up and the baby will come when s/he is ready!