It's time

Emily is in labor. We got a call late last night that she was having mild contractions, and she is now at the hospital awaiting the birth of the baby. Curt and I are practically sitting on our cell phones waiting to hear from either Em or Mark, but one thing is certain: we will be grandparents by morning. I have been warmed by the good wishes and kind words from so many people--and I haven't even "officially" put the word out. Emily's friends Kelle and Al called to see how the grandparents-to-be were getting on and to reassure us that they would call if they heard anything, and we'd do the same. Kelle thinks it's a girl, and Al is convinced it's a boy. I'm not making any bets. Em was so preciously herself when she called us last night. She told us that she was worried that she wasn't ready, since her bag was not yet packed and the baby's room wasn't complete. After all, her expected date is not for another ten days. It made me think of how absolute we consciously or subconsciously think of a "due date." But many times the universe has other plans. And that's the fun of it all. She is in good hands with our wonderful son (in-law), Mark. It is now 7 pm, and I have a feeling that we will not be sleeping much tonight. Note to self: remind Curt that the doula's name is not Abdul...