Full to bursting

It's 11 p.m. and we find our parents-to-be tucked into bed, freshly washed dogs at their feet, air conditioner on (steamy day in Missouri and the promise of more rain tonight)and Lisa nervously tapping away at the computer. (Now Guy taps away...)

We've come to the "end" of our journey and yet find there is still distance to travel. Clouds in the night sky, flashes of light, the boom of thunder, a sliver of moon flashing between clouds, this ceaseless motion around a center of stillness. Forty weeks is a long time to flash by so instantaneously. Sprout dancing across his Mother's stomach like a mole across the yard. We wait and wonder and quake with fear and expectation and excitement.

It really is a wonderous thing to see Sprout's motions distending and rippling so clearly on Lisa's stomach. He is getting big and strong but continues patiently gestating. "Not ready yet, but soon I'm gonna bust outta here!"

(Back to Lisa) Perhaps, we should say, "Soon I'm gonna gently glide out of here, easily and blissfully." Ahem.

So, as in so many other posts, we're still gestating. More updates as they come...