W. L. M. S.: 11 Days

I feel like life is an endless current of moments, like watching a movie in fast forward and only parts of the movie are played in real time or even slow motion. When I have obligations or work or school time seems to slowly plod along, but here at home I lose track of days.

Grandma Machiel is here now, we have been partying every night. Okay, not true, but Jacob and I have been busier than ever in the evenings. I don't know why, I guess we are trying to party it up while she's here and get out of the house a little. With little more than 11 days until Brooklyn is born we are all preparing for some kind of shift in our life.

Two days ago Brooklyn gave us quite a scare. I thought to walk to Walmart, I really wanted a redbox. I didn't want to drive because that would defeat the purpose of getting a cheap movie. Since, you know, Walmart is a total of two minutes from my house by car. *please feel free to roll your eyes* Anyway, I walked to walmart and began to feel rather uncomfortable, just sick and queasy and lots of pressure. Jake picked me up and then we went home. And no, I didn't walk by myself, Machiel and Bentley were with me. During dinner 15 minutes later I was hit by a force I liken to a baseball bat to the abdomen. I jumped up, breathing to get through the contractions. I showered, I bathed, I lay down, I drank water I tried to relax and nothing was working. Contractions every 4 minutes continuing for 3 hours. Eventually as we watched my hard-won movie I finally was able to relax and after a priesthood blessing of peace, among other things, the contractions slowed and eventually stopped.

Funny, how easy it is to get scared and to become frustrated or sad or angry. I just have to remind myself that everything is going to work out. Or, I guess, The Father has to remind me that everything will work out. And everything will. Whether she comes today or tomorrow or on the 2nd (though, I would much prefer the 2nd if I have my way) it will be okay. God is aware of my little Brooklyn. And that thought gives me peace. She deserves his love more than I do, she is perfect, not yet tainted by the evils of this world. :) and He will not let her suffer more than is needful.