Well, we're at T minus three days: My Army brat, Melanie, is checking in to the hospital bright and early Monday morning to be induced.:spin: The baby's due date is Saturday, but there's been absolutely no indication that labor is imminent, and with military precision Mel wants to know exactly when to take her leave. She says, "I don't want anymore surprises---getting pregnant was enough of one for me!!"
I was tempted to tell her that she doesn't have a CLUE about what she's in for: she hasn't even had the baby yet!
But I guess she'll have to figure that out for herself, like every other young mother who ever thought she had a handle on life.........
Soon she will see the face of the precious little one she has carried inside her for nine long months. Soon she will hold him close, smell that incredible newborn smell, and suddenly be overwhelmed with the certainty that nothing
is as important as this tiny bundle of love. She has no idea about that part of the deal, not yet; it's the part no one can really describe adequately, even when you've been there yourself. And even though it kills my soul to know I won't be there to see it happen---as I was with my first grandchild---somehow I feel that it will be all right.
I'll let you all know as soon as I hear anything.