Sleep

That was the one-word text message I got from my good friend Chrissy today. Chrissy and I have due dates just days apart. When I got the note last week that she had delivered her beautiful baby girl a week early, I must confess to a little childbirth envy.
However, today when I got her text I had actually just stirred from a lovely afternoon nap; feet up, pleasant music on the radio, a gentle summer wind in through the window and a book on my lap. Up until then I had been feeling pretty sorry for myself, all pregnant and impatient. Not so much now. Not so much.