Exactly 5 years ago, I moved to the UK for a new life.
I didn't have the easiest time getting INTO the UK (if anyone remembers my melt down and near denial of entry at Heathrow Immigration).
And now, exactly 5 years later, I am due another chapter.
Today is my due date for entry into another new foreign country -- motherhood.
After 40 weeks of pregnancy, I feel like I have been on a very long flight and have been able to occupy myself just fine -- reading, sleeping, music, snacking, looking out the windows, chatting with fellow passengers, etc. And now it is time to land and we are near the airport but are circling over and over, awaiting clearance. Circling Houston.
I am uncomfortable. I want to stretch out. I am out of chat, out of magazines and out of patience. I want to land. I want to BE there.
Unlike me in 2004, I am very hopeful that Lewis will seamlessly enter this world with all his papers in order and will be greeted with smiles and warm welcomes without a hitch.
He may come today -- or not... we all know the art not the science of predicting due dates.
What I do know (in my most southernly regions and in my heart) that he IS coming.
I just need to calm myself the heck down and reread the Skymall catalog. They have some nifty things in there.
And the next chapter is about to begin.