I was really down to the wire yesterday. With my husband’s family coming in earlier than I had expected, and all the festivities surrounding that, I was really pressed for time. It got to the point when I realized that since we were going out to dinner in Pasadena on Saturday night, that I no longer had the back of plan of hitting the mall in case I didn’t finish in time. I was desperately determined to get it done, to finish my commitment and accomplish something more than diapers. (I’ll admit that much of the housework suffered this week as a result.)
It was like labour. I began resolute and optimistic. I knew it was a big task, but I felt prepared and knew I was capable. Beyond the halfway point I hit transition, the period of self-doubt. I became very emotional, questioned what I was doing, and nearly talked my way out of it. As soon as I overcame transition I slipped easily into the second stage and finished the gown just in the nick of time, in the car, on the freeway.
Now, if anyone has sent me an email or any other correspondence, I’ll try to get to it in the next week. I’m a little backed up with the rest of my life.