In a brief moment of clarity I wondered if I seemed like a crazy person swatting invisible gnats in the air. The thunder of my next contraction drove that and every other thought out of my head. Nothing outside my body had changed, but time stopped and space diminished as my son and I worked out the details of his pending arrival.
My take on the prompt is totally autobiographical this week. I guess birth is on my mind since my son will be a year old in a couple months. Time flies. And both of my labors are among my most cherished memories and favorite experiences of my life.