Contractions!

            “I’m having contractions,” Michelle called to me while I was sitting upstairs watching cartoons with Celia. For the next ten minutes I had a million things racing through my head – all the people we’d have to call, the bills I’d have to pay, the food I’d have to make – in order to have a good and organized delivery.

            I took a deep breath. It’s a week earlier than expected, but I thought, “Okay. This is okay.” I nodded to myself and prepared to hear the next message from Michelle as to how rushed it would all be.

            About fifteen minutes after her first message, Michelle called upstairs, “I just had to poo.”

            I laughed. Admittedly, I was relieved. It’s amazing to me how one week can make such a difference, depending on your mental space.