Just sitting here on the morning of the Summer Solstice, listening to the sound of my girl playing with her plastic farm animals on the back patio, awaiting my delivery of a bunch of these today, and contemplating placing my order for this.
Nothing like last minute shopping for a 40w1d pregnant mama!
To honor the Solstice, I will bask in the mother sun for a wee bit shortly, burn some moxa to warm up my belly and unleash my qi energy , and dance to the African beats of Babatunde (introduced to me by the sweet sunny Brooke) with my girl when she awakens from her nap. I had originally thought that the Solstice would be a perfect day for baby to arrive but now that it’s actually here, wow, that seems too surreal to imagine.
Last night, I floated in the birthing tub while giggling my way through “The Sweetest Thing”, one of my all time favorite, silly, girly movies. I also made what I hope to be my last trip to the grocery store before baby arrives, but who knows? I stocked up on toilet paper, milk, wipes, strawberries, and graham crackers. I admit I picked up a Reese’s PB Cup on the way out (I figured I was due a special treat on my due date) and a Snicker’s for my honey.
As I meandered slowly down the empty aisle, a middle-aged woman commented to me as she pushed her cart past: “I hope that baby comes soon for you, ‘cause I’m feeling your pain!”.
I smiled and replied “Oh, I’m feeling fabulous. I’m actually really enjoying it. My due date is today and I’m waiting patiently.” I was being honest.
She gave me a polite, but funny look, and continued through the masses of laundry detergent “Yeah, well my girl was 10 days late. An 8 pounder, they had to yank her outta me!”.
I mentioned something about how 8 pounds sounds perfect and she stopped for a moment, turned, smiled, and said reflectively “Yeah, she is perfect…Well, good luck!”.
People say the strangest, darndest things.