I keep thinking about what the day would be like.
“The day dawned bright and sunny, and the trees swayed lightly in the wind. Somewhere in the distance, she could hear a light whoosh of a car driving by as she sipped her morning coffee. She smiled, gazed out of the window and planned her Saturday. It stretched out in front of her, breezy and casual, long and lazy.
As she brought her cup to her mouth to take the fifth sip, she suddenly felt it. An all-consuming feeling in her ever-growing abdomen; she had to set her mug down and hold on to the window sill. Inhale, exhale. Inhale, exhale. It subsided almost as suddenly as its advent and she let go of her tight grasp on the sill. She smiled to herself and rubbed her belly lightly.
She roused her husband from his trance-like analysis of a soccer match on TV, and told him what had just happened. He jumped up with a giant grin on his face, grabbed their already-packed bags set steadily by the door, and mentally planned the fastest route there.
It was time.”
Or more like this?
“Yet another thundercloud clapped loudly in the sky, and she looked up from her computer, already agitated about the implications the awful weather would have on her commute. The day had stretched on seemingly forever, and the pressures of projects loomed over the team heavily as they fast approached their deadline. After several meetings of discussing more strategic game plans, she finally decided to call it a day. A quick pit stop at the water fountain, and she’d head home. As she wriggled into her coat, she suddenly felt a strong ache resonating throughout her entire body, leaving her almost breathless. She held on to her chair and waited for the sensation to pass, and she heard the rain coming down more heavily in the background.
She reached over to her phone and called her husband, who was stuck in a meeting. It’s happening, she said, and he assured her he’d be there as fast as he could. He ran out of the room, grabbed his keys, haphazardly packed his computer bag and dove headfirst into the pouring rain. He drove as fast as he could and weaved in and out of the tumultuous roads the storm had created. She jumped in as she saw his car approaching the parking lot, clutching her stomach, face contorted in pain, just as he realized they weren’t prepared with their bags or things they would need.
It didn’t matter. It was time.”
I have no idea how the story will all unravel- but all I can say is, it will be SO SO soon! Stay tuned folks 🙂
photo cred : Jen