Anticipation...“..that sanguine expectation of happiness which is happiness itself” Jane Austen, Sense and Sensibility
Our youngest daughter is in labor...with her first baby. Our fourth granddaughter, Sophie. Due sometime between February 17 and February 21, she made us all wait the entire 40 weeks. Becky went into labor yesterday, but the nurse told her it would be another week. Nope...labor continued into the following day. Today. And they admitted her from their weekly doctor's appointment this morning.
That was eight hours ago. Ben of course is busy with Becky, so the updates stopped about three hours ago. I am not a patient person. And we live 12 hours away, and I am not flying out there until two weeks from now.
But she (meaning Sophie) will be here soon.
Right now I am cherishing, relishing, no, reveling in the sweet, sweet anticipation of her birth.
Jane Austen hit the nail on the head!
That was eight hours ago. Ben of course is busy with Becky, so the updates stopped about three hours ago. I am not a patient person. And we live 12 hours away, and I am not flying out there until two weeks from now.
But she (meaning Sophie) will be here soon.
Right now I am cherishing, relishing, no, reveling in the sweet, sweet anticipation of her birth.
Jane Austen hit the nail on the head!
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