It is snowing. The cats sit at the window, watching the flakes fall, resting peacefully as I sit on the couch, wondering when this baby will arrive. One of my favorite movies is on TV and I do not have to leave the house at all today, if I don’t want to. Ah, the joys of waiting for something that you know will happen, but you don’t know when. Despite her due date (tomorrow), there is no promise that she will come out on time. As with all things, the best moments in life are the ones that you wait for, the ones you never expect really, the times that catch you by surprise out of the blue. I’ve had many of these moments, all miraculous, fun, interesting, and I hope to have lots more.

I wonder what she’ll look like, whether or not she’ll be the blond, blue-eyed child that was our first, or if she’ll be a dark-haired beauty. Would be funny if she were neither, and came out with red hair. It doesn’t matter much to me, as long as she has hair.

I have a feeling she’ll be out by christmas, but I really can’t telll. Christmas this year is all crazy, because I can’t really say where we’ll be on Saturday. If she’s here, we’ll be in a hospital most likely, or just getting out of one. And then there’s the breastfeeding, the napping, the diaper changing. Carrying around all the stuff that babies need. Playpens and car seats, clothes, extra clothes, blankets, etc…

And so I wait, with the snow falling outside, winter settling in around me in my cozy corner position on the couch. So many things still to do but not wanting to do anything. Thinking about how life will be totally different once she’s here. It’s a good thing I’m a patient person who doesn’t worry about things. I let things flow along as they should, knowing that everything happens as it was always destined to, at the exact time I’m ready for it.

Let’s just hope that time is soon for Lucy. Cause she will miss out on christmas otherwise.