Tuesday, 24 April 2012
I am lying down not to be a princess. Or because it is the only soft spot left (which it is.) It is because I must. All my cells are crying to stop.
All the culmination coming to this day... the worry about money, the fret about a job for Mark, the decisions about moving, about selling, about nurseries, the finding of a neighbourhood, a house to rent, the culling, the good bye-ing, the minutia of moving and quotes, and millions of squillions of details... it is all coming to its ready to pop head.
It is now all happening ... the domino has been tipped and I watch as many many more fall into place and they click click click taking this life, this world and change it into the next.
I lie down because I am overwhelmed with this truth. And my baby girl inside is heavy and I ache. And I feel unable to watch the dominoes straight on. I can see them from the corners of my eyes. And it is enough. I have been in the drivers seat or the map reading seat for most of this journey and now I want to be driven.
Wake me when we are there and you need to put the flowers in the vase, arrange the pillows and stock the fridge.