Remember, probably about the third trimester, when it was time to actually begin getting a new space ready for a new person? After much deliberation and research, you've finally decided on a baby bed and the box is now sitting in your living room. It emanates a silent challenge to all those qualities you imagine a perfect parent must have: patience, organization, creativity, patience, endurance, mechanical skills, did I mention patience?
Then it happens: you open the box, see all those parts and immediately begin searching for the instructions. Whew! There they are. But, wait a minute, they seem to be in every language except the one you read and write in. Okay, just keep looking, and besides there are plenty of diagrams. How hard can this be, right?
One injured finger (Mommy says we don't go to the ER for x-rays until this bed is put together), three cold beverages, and two wasted hours later, you're still looking at a jumble of parts. After some frantic scouring through 38 pages, you've finally located the English/native language directions. By this time Mommy is sitting in the recliner, alternately rubbing bulging tummy and aching back. But she gives you that look and says in her best Boston Marathon cheerleader voice, "I know you can do it, Honey".
And somehow, you do. And when it's all assembled, you both stand there looking at it, grinning like a couple of fools. An outsider looking in might think you were glowing over your new darling, not your new darling's bed. After a little wrangling and more grunting, the bed is installed in what can now officially be called 'the nursery'. As you collapsed on the floor, your part complete (at least for now), Mommy calmly goes to the closet and begins pulling out all kinds of colorful, soft, welcoming textiles. You watch in wonder and pride as she transforms a plain piece of furniture into a newborn haven.
By this time, you are recovered enough to grin at Mommy as you get up to wrap her in your most tender and loving embrace. It's almost time. Things are nearly ready. Your exhaustion and frustration turn to exhilaration and fascination as you bask in the new life that is about to arrive and change your world forever.
Good grief, that's a long explanation. Thanks for hanging in there. Here's the deal: Life with Bobby and Bonnie has gone to the editors, and now is sitting in my inbox ready for my turn at editing. I'm still trying to figure out the change form; the directions seem to be in some kind of writing dialect. Parts and tools are ready for assembling. As my coach friends say, 'no pain, no gain'. So excuse me if I cut out so I can hit the manuscript for the next phase since I'm getting more and more excited about it's arrival (if I stay on track, Bobby and Bonnie should be available by Christmas).
HUGE KUDOS to Mr. Darcy for his excellent proofing and editing before submission. I'm sure he just saved Mom some major bucks for editorial services.