4.24.2005

April 22, 2005

Dear Mr. Bush,

This is what they don't tell you: The end days of a pregnancy are intolerable. The waiting, the false alarms, the frustration of not knowing. You do what you can to keep yourself occupied--Janice has insisted on going to work, while I've filled my mind with the lists and minutiae of things to do--but in the back of your head is the knowledge that something is going to happen at any time and you have to be ready for it. So you keep your calendar clear, you make non-committal plans. You sit, you walk, you wait.

Dan

1 Comments:

Blogger Anne said...

You hope there isn't another ice storm. Oh no, wait, that was my pregnancy.

5:37 PM  

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