Last Sunday around 6:30 am, I was sitting at my kitchen table, nearly 40 weeks pregnant and waiting for my contractions to start. I was eating a rosemary-cheddar scone (which I made with the fresh buttermilk leftover from making butter) with a fried egg and reading the New York Times. Our midwife and her assistants were just waking up from spending the night on our futon and couch; she commented that the whole breakfast scene was very civilized.
Today around 6:30 am, I was again sitting at my kitchen table eating a rosemary-cheddar scone with a fried egg and reading the New York Times. Only this time, I was holding the baby in my arms instead of willing her to come out of my belly. What an eventful week!
Viola wishes you all a very happy 2009.
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