The last week of the pregnancy was quiet. I was resting as much as possible, sitting quietly with the beautiful presence within, feeling her move with a gentle, regular thumping. Together we rested, together we lay in bed, together we got up to move around the house, together we ate, together we slept, together we went to work, together we went to the ER after a particularly bad night, together we returned home with a diagnosis of a partial abruption -- just the edge of the placenta, together we went to the theater to see Fiddler on the Roof, together we felt the contractions, together, together, always together.
To pass the time, I took to watching HGTV on my computer. My favorite show was David Bromstad's Color Splash. No thinking necessary, just light-hearted watching. And my favorite part of each episode was watching him make a painting or two to go with the room he was "making over." I was inspired, occasionally by the makeovers, but mostly by the painting. I didn't paint right away, that would come later, but I remain so grateful for the inspiration.
Day 22 of 31, 19 Cheshvan 5774