Apparently, a whole heck of a lot.
However, I guess it depends on who you ask. For a marathon runner ending the last two feet of their race.... no big deal. For my children swimming carefree from one side of the pool to the other, piece of cake. For a flight landing in Ethiopia from the US to meet two young sons....crazy to even mention measuring.
But ask me this same question when I am laboring to bring forth the life God has so graciously let me harbor and nurture under my heart for nine months. Ask me now how this very exact 21 inches holds hostage my thoughts in how my body is going to cope moving a 9-10lb child from one side of the cervix to the other. All of a sudden, this 21 inches turns into a mental and physical cross country adventure. But honestly, I know of no sweeter finish line.....and no greater relief.
Yes, it really does matter who you ask what 21 inches means to them.
Today is my official due date. And everyday after today is a day waiting to be claimed as a birthday. Every Braxton Hicks contraction holds the hope and wonder if this is actually going to be the one that sets things in motion. Which one will be the one that acts as the gun that starts the race?
The phone calls are increasing with calls of curiosity and expectation. The phone calls I place to others are answered within one ring and this makes me chuckle. This is a sweet, sweet time. As with all my others, I will remember this as such an amazing gift.
Thank you God.
Ephrem and Anteneh have had all their visa medicals and the results have been received. Their file will be submitted to the Embassy this coming Monday. The last thing that needs to be done is getting the aunt that has relinquished them to come in for an interview. How long this will take is anyone's guess as she does not live locally.....could be days, could be weeks. With all this being said, assuming there are no hitches in the process, we should be welcoming our sweet sons home sometime in mid-April.