Waiting…
- At January 20, 2010
- By Molly Chester
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It’s two weeks past my sister-in-law’s due date. She was scheduled to be induced this morning at 8am. These days, hospitals don’t let women go past two weeks overdue; I now understand that complications increase as amniotic fluid starts to diminish. We all hoped and prayed it could happen naturally, but up until last night, their little darling had other ideas. There’s a strong & stubborn streak in the Schrecengost gene, I’m not afraid to say… and both Megan and I like to be “cozy,” therefore she might be just fine hanging out right where she is – thank you very much. Although my gentle bets lean towards “procrastination,” (John and I prefer the term “artistic”) because when faced with the impending induction schedule, she cracked the whip and started those labor pains with some gusto. According to a text from brother, it’s full speed ahead. She just needed a deadline. Definitely an artist. I’ve got a couch for her when she turns 18. And it’s in LA, it’ll be perfect.
Keep your eyes on your own fries.
- At January 4, 2010
- By Molly Chester
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When I was little, like 4, and sitting round the dinner table tattling on my older brother’s lack of eating something-or-other, my mom and dad used to respond by telling me to “keep your eyes on your own fries.” Funny, cause we didn’t eat a lot of french fries growing up. But, it worked.