The Day Before

This is us the day before. Mom kept saying that he would come the next day. The last thing I wanted was more anticipation and more disappointment. I was done being pregnant, I was done working, but mainly I was DONE waiting for our baby. I just wanted him to come. As week 42 loomed on the horizon I started to dread the prospect of artificial induction.

But in the end she was right, as moms usually are, and Paul came later that night. He was waiting for the full moon. He was waiting to be a Taurus.