Due day came and went. Yesterday the DR said, "No change." Sam went home a very disappointed Mom-to-Be. I remember those final days before the big one. I went past my due date with every single pregnancy. Back in "the day" they just waitied it out, didn't induce. I went 16, 17 days with 2 of them. Now they seem to want to induce anyone a week past due date. They checked her on the fetal monitor to make sure Riley was happy in there (the DRs medical term). She was, so Sam's induction is scheduled for next Wednesday, February 13th. That is also my son's birthday and my sister's is Valentine's Day. I'm secretely hoping the labor runs into the 14th, so I get another funny little Valentine.
We've spent the week renewing her drivers license, getting pedicures, shopping for all the February birthdays and enjoying the weekly MDDL (Mother/Daughter/Daughter Lunch. We started that lunch once my teaching/travelling days were over last year. It's a weekly thing now and we are "regulars" at Fuddruckers. It's kid-friendly, not too crowded and we can hunker down in a corner booth and relax. As Kathryn nears the terrible-twos and Julia begins to sit-up and reach for everything in sight, it's getting to be less than relaxing, but still fun. When Kathryn says, "Get down?" we know it's time to say our goodbyes.
I have a lot of art news and announcements to make but I don't want to start something I can't finish right now, so stay tuned. I know it's been a long, long time since I've showed any art, talked about art, made any art and I'm beginning to miss it. I feel like a volcano preparing to erupt. It's all in there and needs to come out. Those of you who stop by hoping to see some art, sorry to disapoint. I'm refilling the well and the spirit. I remarked to my friend that my life reminds me of the Byrds song, Turn, Turn Turn. Listening to it now takes me back. It was #1 in 1965 - 8th grade for me. What were you doing in 1965?