The One Where She Went the Distance

So my daughter-in-law Jessica is 41 weeks pregnant. And counting. The nausea and vomiting that took her through her first two trimesters is back. She has been having painful contractions and she is working full-time as a nurse in pediatrics at the hospital. She is pretty much done. I remember exactly what that feels like. Sorry, Jes. Here’s hoping for tonight. And for a quick labor, great epidural, short pushing phase, perfect baby, cranberry spritzer and a single good night’s sleep.

Then, here’s to brand-new car seats, baby clothes washed in Ivory Snow, a little head as soft as velvet, booties that won't stay on, nursing in the middle of the night, sitz baths, skinny ankles (yours, not the baby’s), flannel receiving blankets, A&D Ointment, tiny perfect fingernails, impossibly small diapers, beanies, burps and footed sleepers.

We’ll be waiting by the phone...