"When everything else has gone from my brain ... what will be left, I believe, is topology: the dreaming memory of land as it lay this way and that." Annie Dillard
Who knows what triggers labor. I don't know the latest research. But I like to think there's something magical about it. At least two of my three children would have different birthdays if they were of this generation. Doctors don't let women go two weeks beyond their due dates anymore.
But this little girl came on her own steam, at her own time. She decided she wanted her own special day. I can't wait to meet her!
posted by Anne Cassidy at
9:45 AM
I’m a writer and editor, the author of "Parents Who Think Too Much" and a freelancer published everywhere from the "New York Times" to "Woman’s Day." I’ve been scribbling my thoughts in one tattered notebook or another for most of my life, but this blog is the first time I’ve gone public. I'm glad you've landed here, and I hope you visit often.
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