All analogies fail

We've reached an interesting phase in this long, long road towards parenthood. It's that part of the climb when you can see the top of the mountain, passing 26 miles and knowing you only have 0.2 miles to go, it's lining up for graduation....

Except it's none of those.

The single most salient fact of our lives right now seems to be that we have no idea if this pregnancy will end in hours, days, or even, god forbid, weeks. Not that we're complaining about it. Far from it. A wire has to be pulled taut to really sing after all. In a number of strange ways it's invigorating, waking up each day, thinking, "it could be today". (Of course I'm not the one with the back pain and leg cramps, but she's left the chronicling to me, and this is the best I've got). But it strains the imagination to come up with a similar circumstance. We've been waiting for what seems quite some time, we know with certainty that she will, eventually go into labor, (and know also that it will be a difficult process to boot), but we just don't know when.

It's that moment when you’re sharing an elevator with a passing acquaintance. You've exhausted all small talk, get to your floor, end the awkwardness with a perfectly polite, "well, have a good one", only to stand in front of those doors that for some reason don't open right away. And now your standing in an elevator with somebody you just said goodbye to.

And so we wait.