Baby Watch 2011 (cont'd)

My friend has not had her baby yet. She's 9 months and 2 days. I assure her every day it WILL happen. This baby WILL come out. What I haven't told her is that 3 and 1/2 weeks later she'll want to put her back. At least for a few moments. Regardless. I have to say I'm glad she didn't have her baby on the anniversary of September 11. It's such a memorable yet sad day for so many people. Steven and I had a hard time taking our eyes off the television yesterday. The images were horrifying to say the least and of course like most people we were taken back to what we were doing at the moment we heard about the attack. Unlike my family safe in the heartland and away from any imminent danger, Steven's family was on the east coast in Washington D.C. Even more specifically his dad was in the Pentagon when the attack happened.
Last night we were talking about the day and how that moment was our generations' "Kennedy moment". We will always remember where we were and what we were doing. (With the exception of my hairdresser who told me she can't remember the day "for the life of me". I had no words for her.) I sometimes get wrapped up in the horror and tragedy and sorrow that I begin to wonder why would I want to bring a child into this evil world and at some point I get depressed and obsess over the tragedy. That's why I have to stay focused on the heroes. I have to focus on all the people that rose to the occasion, stepped forward and made a sacrifice that day. Although so much evil happened that day there were also many miracles. Here is a link to one of those stories. I'm sure I've sent to this to all of my friends at some point but these are the kinds of stories I'd rather dwell on.