When one is hours away from giving birth to one’s dozenth child, all sorts of poignant and meaningful thoughts run through one’s head. Memories, hopes, dreams…and this:
I am the eggman
You are the eggman
I am the walrus
And while it is true that I am roughly the size of a walrus at this moment, I’m not entirely sure that John Lennon meant what is possibly his weirdest song to be a metaphor for pregnancy and birth. So why, oh my peeps, is it in my head??
Might have something to do with the fact that I’d like a whole bowl of cornflakes right about now.
But we know that sustenance is Evil And Dangerous to the woman about to birth, don’t we?
Should I eat something anyway?
But then I’d have to lie when they ask me upon admittance.
I’m a terrible liar.
So I’ll just starve instead. That’s okay, don’t mind me over here, starving.
Oh hey, My Beloved just walked in and asked me if I had eaten anything. Cuz he was going to, you know, eat with me if I hadn’t. And I very politely and calmly reminded him that NO I HAVEN’T EATEN BECAUSE I WAS TOLD NOT TO EAT ANYTHING BECAUSE I’M SUPPOSED TO BE PROPERLY STARVED IN ORDER TO BIRTH HIS CHILD.
He’s going to find it difficult to eat now, missing his head and all.
No, I’m kidding. I didn’t really bite his head off. That was called Making Fun At His Expense. Have I mentioned lately just how much I adore My Beloved? How sweet and kind and gentle and generous he is? How completely supportive of my dreams and encouraging to my weary heart he manages to be? All The Time?
Because, if I haven’t, I have been remiss. He really is all those things. He thanked me yesterday for giving him all these crazy, wild, amazing, beautiful, gifted, sweet, lovable people we call offspring. And I said you’re welcome. Even though we are both fully aware that we had very little, in reality, to do with their coming to our house to stay for a while. We know who the Real Author of That Business is.
We thank Him too. A lot.
And I’m thanking Him for all y’all as well, right now…everybody who’s wishing us well and praying for us and waiting to hear our news. I just can’t seem to say enough how tickled and blessed I am by your presence. I’m going to keep updating, as long as The Institution For Ridiculous Regulations Upon A Process That Is Entirely Normal 98% Of The Time allows me to bring in my bacteria-shedding laptop. Until then, Koo-Koo-Kitchoo!
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