Roland

I woke up that morning with a feeling of quiet resolve. Without any outward signs I somehow knew that this was the day. That morning I did the finishing touches on the hospital bag. I wrote a checklist and a note to my midwife in the likely event that I wouldn't feel up to having a discussion. At night I went to my first group knitting meeting staying for an hour before I drove to my parent's house. I remember telling my dad goodbye, saying that I needed to get home before the contractions start.

Needless to say this has kept me pretty busy.