A Prodigious Peregrination

Life seems to have zipped past by me. The wedding fatigue was just wearing off. Had barely been a month and a half since. And there...we find ourselves, off and in air, on A Prodigious Peregrination. No, no, it isn't the honeymoon that I talk about. 30 weeks and an India trip later (no, it isn't even the India trip that I talk about), I find it in me to write something. 30 weeks, 3rd trimester, it is going to be real and visible to the naked eye in a matter of 2-something months! And I muse, as I always have...I did not write, but I mused still...that never stops.

Accept...such an important word. Beautiful email discussion I had with a friend as a routine conversation, striking me now as so profound.


Me: why is this happening
woke up at 10:15 today
still couldn't get out of bed
didnt think could make it to work before lunch
so wfhing
you?

S: I was thinking of you, about to enter the end of this pregnancy.
By now, so much is changing in your body, mind, and life, that you should just accept.

Me: yes, accept... telling myself that everyday
and should, even after the baby arrives
it's going to get a part of my parents, a part of prit's parents...
i got my eye color from my father's sister -- believe it or not

S: go buy Marc Cohn’s song “Things we’ve handed down”
unbelieveably beautiful musical rendering of exactly what you just said
but, never underestimate your influence as a parent or pair of parents
there is both nature, and nuture, and more

Me: yes, nature, nurture, and more

Here are the lyrics: http://bit.ly/hdXGsr

"a strange new combination of
The things we've handed down."

I am overjoyed, overwhelmed, nervous, scared, possessive, protective etc. Life is curving an angle. Sometimes I absolutely know not what to expect. But...do know...the best things right now, are the responses in kicks and moves and flips to the parental pair's one-sided baby talks to a rounded rippling belly. Can't wait to hold the reality in my arms!