One chapter is ending and one is beginning.
It's almost like being pregnant because you retain a lot of water when a chapter ends.
But not in your ankles. You carry it more around your eye balls.
They get all puffy and swollen and you have to concentrate on keeping the flood gates from opening so your 13 year old son doesn't look at you and say "OH MY GOSH MOM! Are you crying AGAIN?"
And so your 14 year old daughter doesn't say, "PALEEASE don't cry in Foodland, Mom!"
It ain't easy being pregnant. It's uncomfortable. It's painful. It's emotional. It's messy and ugly and frightening. And every once in a while it hits you that you've grown out of your skinny jeans and your life is about to change forever. There's no going back.
But in a way the scariest part is the labor. Deeeeeeeeeeeep, deeeeeeeeeeep down--somewhere around your pelvis area--it strikes a chord of terror.
If you can just get through the labor (and the recovery, and the exhaustion, and the insecurities, and the post partum blues) there's a rush of excitement and joy unlike any other.
The first thing I always say after giving birth is "WAHOOOOO! I'm not pregnant anymore!!!"
I can't wait to say "WAHOOOOO! I'm not moving anymore! (And I'm not recovering or exhausted or insecure either! And I don't have the post moving blues! (And I can fit back into my skinny jeans!))"
Okay, you can smack me now! Moving and pregnancy actually have nothing in common.
I just love extending metaphors. (hee hee)
Actually I woke up feeling gooooood this morning. Not James Brown good, but gooooooood nonetheless.
A little bit excited even. The universe has spoken. And when the universe speaks, people listen.
One of the things I'm most excited about is that we haven't found a house yet.
YAY! No house.
Sounds stressful, huh?
But because we didn't have time to seal the deal on a house I get to live in my sister's extra house until we do.
My sister's extra house is right down the street from where she lives.
Which means . . . I WILL LIVE WITHIN WALKING DISTANCE OF MY SISTER!
I haven't even lived within driving distance of my sister for 24 years!
Do you have any idea what this means? For one moment in time I am going to be borrowing sugar and spice and everything nice from my very own sister.
There is still some good in the world after all.
Now if you'll excuse me, my water just broke and my contractions are starting.