It's 6:30 in the morning here and an hour ago, my son-in-law called from the car to tell me that they are on their way to the birthing center (a 40-minute drive from their home). They should be there by now.
All I can think of is "I don't want my baby to be in pain."
So all I can do now is wait for the next phone call - gees! that can be hours and hours from now - that tells me to get in my car and come visit my new little grand-daughter. And today is the day that Obama lands here so I hope that it works out so I won't get caught up in traffic as I would be driving past the airport road to get to the birthing center. I think I should take my shower now so I have time to dry my hair and all that in case she is faster than a speeding bullet.
I hate note being able to do anything but wait. And I love what I am waiting for. All you grandparents out there know exactly what I'm going through, right?
