The week before my sister gave birth, she reminded me of a flower in spring, ready to bloom but waiting patiently for the weather and timing to be just right.
Our daffodils just happened to be blooming and it seemed to be a most appropriate chair for a highly pregnant woman: soft, cushiony and luxuriously silky smooth for all of the aches and pains that come with pregnancy.
I remember at the end stage of my pregnancies that there was no position whatsoever that was comfortable. Lying down hurt. Sitting hurt. Standing hurt. I’m not sure if there is anything more difficult than to be patient in the last week of pregnancy.
Juliet did it beautifully.