My phone rings at 6:30 this morning. I don’t even have to open my eyes to know that it’s my mother. She calls every morning at this time. I squeeze my eyes even tighter shut even as I answer it. “Is she here? Did you have that baby last night?”
“If we’d had a baby, I’d have called you.” I say each time. I guess she doesn’t believe that, because tomorrow she’ll be calling me to ask again.
Throughout the day, my phone buzzes with text messages – Any news? In labor yet? Tell her to head towards the light! Give that girl an eviction notice!
While I’m not a fan of the early morning wake up call (I’ll be losing enough sleep soon enough. Let me sleep!) I’m amused by the rest of it. There was a time that our new babies were met with snide “Another one?” questions from the people we knew. Our ever-growing family caused more eye-rolls than smiling faces. A few years later, and a new circle of friends, and the change is stunning.
Two weeks ago they threw us a baby shower!
It’s been a while since anyone threw a party to celebrate our newest babies, but these women who are 15 years or more since their own last babies, are giddy with excitement to welcome ours. Their excitement is catching, and the routine-ness of pregnancy (I’ve done this a lot) has been infected with their anxious anticipation.
“I can’t wait for baby toes.” “I just want to smoosh her little face.” “I’m just going to come live on your couch and hold her. I hope you’re okay with that.” And I am. In fact, nothing makes me happier. The greatest blessing of this new baby, so far, is the excitement she has brought to the people around us, the way she has reminded us all of the possibilities of life.
We’re now single digit days away from her due date (I’ve never made it this close to a due date before,) and while we’re beyond ready to meet this little person, we’re going to just soak up the anticipation and excitement for the few days of waiting that we have left.
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