alternate universe

Somewhere, in some distant parallel universe, I'm getting ready to have a baby...

Somewhere, I am wondering if these are THE contractions, and not just Braxton Hicks...
Somewhere, I start watching the clock and counting off minutes in between... 4 minutes... 3 minutes...
Somewhere, I call E (and Somewhere, he's most likely doing some fire department thing so it may take awhile to get in contact) and tell him, "Honey, it's Time!"

Somewhere, I mentally go over the checklist and make sure The Bag has everything we'll need...
Somewhere, I call my parents and IL's and let them know, It's Started.

Somewhere, I warn E not to kill us on the drive to the hospital...
Somewhere, they snap a plastic bracelet that says "Daddy" onto my husband's wrist...



Here - I look at the calendar and see the EDD for a baby I will never meet.



But the sharp edges aren't as blunt as they used to be - now they are slightly rounded, and made a little softer by a new little sweet pea, for whom I pray, every minute of every day, and that, in about 34 weeks, will be Here.