Esperando

Waiting, waiting, I should know how to do this, and compared to most new moms, new parents, I'd say I'm doing well, not worrying or getting too obsessed over Rye's longterm desire to stay snug in my belly - though I am starting to fixate a bit on his growing size, especially his head, and the logical correlation between my bodily pull for more and more sweets, pastries, all that yummy goodness and how big of a baby I'm going to birth.

Now, our family and friends are another story, they're all so excited that they can't help but flood us with phone calls and drop-bys to see if I'm pacing the hallway in active labor. But, I must reassure you and myself, that he gifted himself to us when he wanted and it looks like he'll perform the same sort of unpredicatable entry into this world. But for now, I can tell you that he is strong and active, that he throws slugs, and dances and jiggles to all sorts of music and last night as we were charmed by the live performance of Sweet Honey in the Rock, I thought those divine ladies would sing him right out of my womb. The contractions got stronger, longer, but no dice, this guy is staying put, and as our shamanic little friends tell us - he wants to stay in the belly a little longer.

And so we busy ourselves, take long early-morning walks in the woods watching the sun light up the trees, our cheeks, knock off the wintery chill. I go to yoga, and water yoga where I get to float with my big belly in my bikini and spread wide into warrier pose while he stretches out his long legs into my side and says "hey mama I'm a warrier too".

At the moment I'm lounging at a coffee house that has free internet and just typing away, sipping on a decaf fancy coffee, eating a pastry of course, and breezing through some growing tight-belly contractions - that don't feel like they'll result into much action today, but someday - soon they will, and then, all three of us will bravely and humbly awaken into our new world. But for now we just wait.