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Waiting Game

So here we are. Waiting.

I'm at home, taking turns relaxing and walking walking walking. Sam, being the awesome husband, going to work and texting me from time to time to make sure every thing's okay.

The midwife guessed early this week last Friday. I was excited, I've thought for sure she'd come late this week - from the beginning I assumed she'd be prompt. And now that it's already Tuesday, I'll admit I'm a little disappointed not to have met her yet. Of course that's now, 8:30am. Ask me again in thirty minutes and I'll be terrified of what's to come - then thirty minutes later I'll be sad at the thought of her not being such a part of me soon.

I know I'll miss her. And yet, I cannot wait to hold her.

Everyone wants to meet her, everyone is so excited for us. Our friends here in the city have been so loving - all of them over the last few days have asked us how we are and offered to help in any way they can. (Not to mention stop by to meet her as soon as possible, of course.) Sam and I talked last night about how blessed Samaire is to have such a wonderful New York City family. How blessed we are. We have stumbled into some of the most wonderful people, and they have welcomed us into their lives in the most awesome ways.

Sometimes words fail me when I try to describe it all.

I have a million photos to download for you all - I should go do that now. And then it's off to Central Park, to try to convince this crazy little girl Central Park would be ever so much MORE fun if she were out here with me . . .

If you ever wondered ...

what my last job was like at "the agency" - this could NOT BE MORE ACCURATE.

Playlist

So my goal is to go through labor drug-free. After much research and class-attending Sam and I have decided that this is what's best for us, and for Samaire. I have in my head how I most want her to enter the world - an even though I know I have little to know control over it all ... my plan is to give it my best shot.

And so, I'm putting together a playlist to listen to during labor. You know, motivational, inspiring songs. SO far it includes things like "Weight of the World" by Groovelily, "Brave" by Idina Menzel (can I please be her when I grow up? please?!), "Closer to Fine" by the Indigo Girls . . . to name a few. It's still very much in process, and I would love any suggestions you guys have as to good songs to include. The ones I have right now are obviously pretty diverse - so I'm not being too picky. And I'd love to hit a rough patch and hear a song one of you recommended.

It's the little things, you know. :)

So send lists! I'll post the final playlist once I have it.

I have one going for Samaire, when it gets close to her actually being here - this one's more for me. You know, in the hours and hours and hours that will come before then . . .

... Life in the city can make you crazy

For sounds of the sand and the sea
Life in a high-rise can make you hungry
For things that you can't even see

Fly away, fly away, fly away...

Pics from our Fourth

Hope you had a wonderful fourth. We did.

(I'll share pics and stories soon, 'til then my fave patriotic quote.)

"Loyalty to your country always, loyalty to your government when it deserves it."
~Mark Twain

Gratuitous Pregnancy and Hilarity Photo, with a short Fare Well

This is Mike and Katy. We love them both. If you want to have one helluva a time on a four-plus-hour car ride, or even just dinner - they're the people to call. We saw them last Friday night, one of Katy's last nights in the city before she moved in search of better things.

I try not to think about how this won't be home for her anymore, how we won't just randomly see her every couple weeks. It's just too sad. When I moved here, Katy and I were friends in that distant sense of the word. Satellites around the same big things, tenuously connected to each other. But she took me under her wing from the start. Not a week went by she didn't call or come by; she made this great, big place feel a lot more like home.

I still have the subway map she gave me - all marked up with where I should live, where she and Nathan lived. Where I wasn't allowed to live.

I've been lucky in the six years since to be able to count Katy as one of my dearest friends. And as sad as I am she's moved, I'm so very excited for what awaits her.

Katy is just one of those people who's just really good at being a good friend. I'm not sure how else to explain it. All I do know and can explain is that our little New York family got just a tad smaller this week.

Katy, we miss you already.