This is going to be real, real quick because I have to run.
I was planning on spending my entire day sitting on the sofa, possibly crying or just generally feeling blue, like I always do, but life had other plans. I got the call. My friend is in labour and she simply must have me there, waiting for her to come out of surgery. If we've been well informed, a baby boy will be joining us today and I don't know whether I'm excited or stressed or simply unstable. Those of you who know me well enough will agree that unstable sounds about right.
The truth is I'm not overly fond of babies. I mean, they're nice to look at and they're soft but when I'm presented with the opportunity to hold them, I freak out. Seeing as they are so soft and fragile, it's probably not the best idea to have me hold any of them. I break things. I haven't broken any babies so far but you never know. (Please, don't let them make me hold this baby!)
And the thing is... this baby may already be broken. We can't know for sure, not yet at least. I'm hoping he'll be just fine. In fact, I caught myself praying for him to be just fine and I'm not overly fond of praying either. If I can have my way, he's going to be perfect, despite his small size. And I'm going to admire him from the other side of the room and perhaps I'll think "Thank God for this" because I won't really know who to thank and then, I'll make a stupid joke and my friend will laugh and everything will be ok.
So if you're reading this, we need positive energy. Send some our way, if you've got any to spare!
I was planning on spending my entire day sitting on the sofa, possibly crying or just generally feeling blue, like I always do, but life had other plans. I got the call. My friend is in labour and she simply must have me there, waiting for her to come out of surgery. If we've been well informed, a baby boy will be joining us today and I don't know whether I'm excited or stressed or simply unstable. Those of you who know me well enough will agree that unstable sounds about right.
The truth is I'm not overly fond of babies. I mean, they're nice to look at and they're soft but when I'm presented with the opportunity to hold them, I freak out. Seeing as they are so soft and fragile, it's probably not the best idea to have me hold any of them. I break things. I haven't broken any babies so far but you never know. (Please, don't let them make me hold this baby!)
And the thing is... this baby may already be broken. We can't know for sure, not yet at least. I'm hoping he'll be just fine. In fact, I caught myself praying for him to be just fine and I'm not overly fond of praying either. If I can have my way, he's going to be perfect, despite his small size. And I'm going to admire him from the other side of the room and perhaps I'll think "Thank God for this" because I won't really know who to thank and then, I'll make a stupid joke and my friend will laugh and everything will be ok.
So if you're reading this, we need positive energy. Send some our way, if you've got any to spare!
