Sunday, March 22, 2009

the waiting game


Just six days now before I'm officially due to do some birthing.

My brain is like a hand minus its opposable thumb. It goes: pat (soft) pat (kitty) pat (tummy) etc, but cannot hold on to a coherent thought. Constructing sentences is like groping in the dark for the light switch; my language synapses have broken giving me a glimpse of some darkling future dementia...

All this though helps protect the brain from SHEER PANIC at the thought of labour and dealing with a newborn. Its like being on a nice little cocktail of selective serotonin re-uptake inhibitors, valium and a glass of red wine.

la, la, la,

'lil.

2 comments:

PROUD WOMAN said...

you have 'glimpsed the future'... but the natural 'high' sounds grouse... enjoy the experience... sending positive energy and serene thoughts to ya... you're womon - you're doin' us all proud!!!!

PROUD WOMAN said...

thinking of you babe... how you feeling??? 'tis noisy here - grand prix time sucks!!!!

knew you were in early labour thursday when you emailed katherine - was sitting at her desk with her...

visualising a nice, calm, serene birthing for you 'Lil (you probably hear the jets and that too though!!!)