the in-between space
38 weeks + 3 days. Maternity leave has officially begun! And now, we wait. And wait. And likely wait longer than we'd like... Oh, and also over-analyze every single novel twinge of a symptom. Wiggles pending arrival feels both implausible and imminent – I realize these two experiences are contradictory, but as a modern human being, I've evolved to be comfortable with cognitive dissonance. How else could I navigate in this modern world? So, I'm just riding it out. Implausible... because, well, is everyone sure that's a baby in my belly? And how on planet earth is it going to get out? Imminent... because Wiggles is clearly running out of space based on the alien-esque movements across my belly and the constant "fanny dagger" jolts every time I move. In all seriousness, we're both quite calm about the pending birth process. Perhaps it's denial? Or perhaps because we've wanted it for so long? And we've adequately prepared physically, mentally an...