pregnancy

Schenectady, you're surrounded. Come out with your head down.
Alas, if it were that simple! My marriage taught me, among other things, that I cannot control another human being's choices or actions; the end of my pregnancy is teaching me that God and my child have plans that are better than mine and I have no say. That lesson will be reinforced many, many times in the future, insha'Allah, and it's also giving new dimensions to my patience and my impatience.

My due date is tomorrow. That will probably be blithely ignored by Schenectady, but the significance of how far we've come, and the journey ahead, is worth noting. There is another being, a separate soul, just beneath my rib cage.S/he will be born soon, alive and healthy, insha'Allah, and a fate I cannot begin to imagine has already been decreed for the life currently kicking me. When we began this journey, I was more naive, but sadder than I am now. I am more cautious, but also filled with joy.