We are in the middle of a move. It is hard to wade through seven years of accumulated stuff, and there is a reason moving is one of those challenges that can help set a person into a depression. On the good side, our new place is bigger with more room; on the bad side, it is a new place, and there are a lot of kinks to work out, such as no available DSL/cable, no known address for the Post Office, and the usual rash of new-house-issues that we, as the first occupants, get to discover. It is an adventure, to say the least!
When having a baby, we have the opportunity to move. We move from one head-space, to another. It is a time to purge out old ideas, such as the fears surrounding birth that we have grown up with or watched on TV. It is a time to find the philosophies that resonate with us and our pregnant bodies, and nurture those, such as an innate belief that our bodies and our babies know how to time, cooperate, and coordinate all things needed for a safe birth-journey.
♥ four young boys and a boy dog (offspring)