I am currently in the middle of a birth lull... it's not as comfortable as it sounds. I have informed the practice that I am in need of back ups. I have a multip due on Sunday who went early with her first baby (and fast!)... every night I dream she calls in the middle of rip-roaring labour and I try to ask why she didn't call earlier as the midwife and I set into panic mode trying to get to her in time... then I awake to morning. No pages. I check the pager to make sure it is still working and that I haven't somehow missed it going off. No pages.
Rob was leaving the apartment as I emerged from the bedroom this morning - early class. As I sat there sipping warmish yerba, I received a text from him: "I found something disturbing this morning. I didn't want to tell you until you were awake." Then a long lull between texts as my mind went into all kinds of "disturbing" places. Finally: "I found a dead mouse on the kitchen floor." Ew. Then I noticed how on edge the cats were. And exhausted. I suppose they were up all night dealing with this.
Dead mouse on the kitchen floor. Reminds me of a day years ago... in another city, in another kitchen... I made a mix cd that day, and named it after the experience. This song... beautiful... ethereal... almost forgotten. Turns out to be a good reminder... a listening requirement for midwifery students, perhaps?