Waiting for anything can seem like an eternity.
When I was in labor with my son, after going through several hours
of increasingly painful contractions, I got to that point where I asked
for an epidural. In my head I was saying "Get me the %$&?#@$! epidural
now you %%$##@&^ !!" Well, of course they had to call for an anesthesiologist.
It was taking a while, and I kept asking "When was he/she going to get here"?
In my head - "Where the f*k is the he?" They kept assuring me he was on his way,
and he'd be here soon. I don't know why, but I was getting very pissy & btchy.
I don't remember exactly how long it took, but it was well over an hour,
but less than 2.
He finally came, did his thing, and I felt much better, and in control again.
I will never forget what I said to one of the nurses. "I'm really a nice person when I'm not in pain"
Of course my son was born and he was absolutely beautiful (aren't all babies?).
I was in love, and I would have gone thru the pain/hell all over again to have him.
I couldn't and would never equate Clay or his cd to the love I have for my children.
However, I can compare the scenario of waiting for something that you have expectations
of being truly extraordinary. When you reach that 8 month mark, every day gets longer & longer.
With every little pain or minor contraction, you think "This could be it!".
We are at that 8 1/2 month mark right now. We are experiencing early labor pains.
We've been told it could be any day now. We have been teased by the wonderful things
we have heard. There's a song that has the lyric "The waiting is the hardest part"
Oh, how true.
It's all a matter of waiting right now. There will be an album, and it will come out.
It will be wonderful, we will love him even more and we will all say "It was worth waiting for"
Clayfancy1
RIClayFan