What kind of typo/title is this? It’s how I’m signing off on everything these days.
This stands for All Plans Subject To Cancellation In Case Of Baby. Moms everywhere get to use this from now on. JoJos and Mimis and Grammys too. I always felt like I’d make some great contribution to the world. This just may be it.
Sure, my friend, I’d love to have coffee and catch up. Next Wednesday? I may not be here, but sure, let’s pencil it in. But remember, APSTCICOB. Hair appointment? Sure, let’s do it, but then, obviously, APSTCICOB.
Yeah, I know patience is a virtue. It’s also scarce these days. I am restless and edgy and I’m not even the pregnant one. I’m just the JoJo who wants to be there already.
What is there to do? I can’t make any commitments or appointments or plans. I can only be in the moment. In the day. Present. Sounds easy, right?
Do you even know me?
Tom, you sang it so well. The waiting IS the hardest part.
Yesterday I was so antsy that I took myself to the beach for several hours. Here was the reward for WAITING for the sunset. And the afterglow, which is almost without fail, the best part. I’ve learned to not rush off as soon as the sun dips below the waves. See, I have a tiny bit of patience.
Part of me wants to hop in the car and just make my way north. It would give me something to do. No wonder women feel the need to nest. Cleaning and organizing are fabulous ways to pass the time. I’ve done all mine, and the girl has done all of hers, too. It’s maddening to just wait around for labor.
It would be nice if the baby were on a schedule. Hahahaha! Three people predicted that he would arrive tomorrow (Oct. 22). He is due on Friday, but we all know that babies come when THEY are ready. And me being anxious about getting myself there will not change any of it. I’m supposed to be the calm and wise one, right? Yeah, I don’t know that I will ever fit that description. Like ever.
I like to be in charge. I like to plan and control. I like to have a sense of power. As if. I once heard that no one has control anyway, it’s just the illusion of control.
I think I’d be okay with even that. But I’ve got none of it.
So I think I’ll get my laundry done, pack my suitcase, and curl up with a good book. And wait
patiently anxiously by the phone.
Stay tuned, and thanks for reading, until next time!