Okay Pony- we are officially ready to meet you and introduce you to this wonderful wild complicated magical world we live in!! We even have your robe ready.
Papa believes you will be here this weekend. He’s so excited to meet you he can barely stand it. He thinks that unless I believe you will be here this weekend too- it might not happen so I better get on-board the visionary train. So here I arrive, bags packed, on the train, ready to rumble whenever you are.
I think it’s going to be fun- this whole birth thing. Why not? Why not set aside everything I think I know about labor and delivery for an entirely new experience of all of it? Your father has continually surprised me with how different everything in life can be with a new attitude, why should this be any different? We are going to have so much fun, all three of us, working together to bring you here. I am not crazy though, I know there might be hard times too, but what the hell, I’m gonna go for it. I’m gonna give my body heart and soul over to the idea that this could be really awesome wonderful and great. If you believe it, it’s true, or so I have heard, over and over again. I believe. I believe.
It’s really a mind game, this life. The Buddhists say- if you want to change your life, change your mind. Jesus said basically the same exact thing- as a man thinketh in his heart, so is he. Thoughts are things. There is irrefutable proof out there, and in here, my head and my life. I have witnessed the power of thought. I have read incredible testimonials, not just spiritual ones, but scientific ones as well- where when you get super deep into Quantum Physics it’s actually hard to discern between the two anyways. It’s certainly where science and ‘God’ meet- on the quantum level. I will never forget in 1993 when someone handed me “The Holographic Universe” by Michael Talbot. It changed my life forever. Him, Brian Greene, and Stephen J. Hawkings, of course. To mention but a few of the greats. I like to think that if I could do it all over again I would become a Quantum Physicists instead of an actress. Or a teacher- or better yet- a teacher of Quantum Physics. Perfect.
You have the hiccups right now and you’ve been moving like a gymnast the last few days. Your butt is so cute when you push it out like that turning my tummy into a pyramid. Papa says he felt your hand and little fingers the other day. I missed it, you pulled away too fast, but I wish you could of seen the look on his face, he was so proud.
I don’t know what else there is to do except wait for you now. The hospital bag is packed, the room is ready, your clothes are all washed and put away, I’ve had enough time to myself…
Okay- I agree. This weekend is perfect. I’ll see you soon, baboon.