The Last Mile...Storms Ahead...

So I guess this is it. The last mile, the last leg of my pregnancy terms. At 35 weeks, I have a few more weeks to go before the new baby arrives. It seems like I had ventured so far, the end is near, but there's still a mighty ocean that I must conquer. A very dangerous and treacherous water.

And I dubbed it, the Labor Ocean. Oh god, I shudder to think about this battle ahead. My past delivery experience was not easy, and I found myself having a mixed emotion on this. Part of me just want to go ahead and get this over and done with, and another part of me just want to delay this...sigh....


My motivations are - to hold the new baby safely in my arms, and to take care of my little heroes. So with that in mind, I psyche myself up for the great ocean ahead.


Looking back, this has not been an easy period in my life.


In terms of a sea voyage, this had been a very rough sail, right from the beginning. It started with the terrible morning sickness period, and once the early storm subsided, just when I thought that I would have a smooth sail, I encountered another kind of storm. An emotional storm, deadly in my vulnerable situation.


And it was a really terrible storm, a level 5 hurricane, so to speak. And it shattered the foundations of my ship. I was close to abandon the ship and be done with it, but I can't. I had other passengers aboard my ship. So I had to kick back, right at the eye of the storm. And I did that, and the storm passed. For the time being, at least.


And there will be many, many storms ahead, that I can be sure of. I just hope and pray that I
would have enough strength to kick back those storms, right smack at the balls this time...ouch...

yeah baby!