creating openings part one

Get a load of that mug. Isn't she the picture of feminine beauty? Dang! I love dogs. I like to kiss 'em all day and into the night. And I love beginning these posts with "Dang!". I began writing a long diatribe about ego and humility today, in the context of some of the things that are coming up around me. I sacked it. I will say that I'm in favor of humility and though I understand that ego is trying to protect me, it generally stems from emotional baggage that I can afford to leave behind at the station. Being "with frog" is quite the humbling situation. For one who loves to plan, control, speculate outcomes, and know, great vulnerability is occuring now. There is no way to tell if my baby is going to turn head down for his birthday, if there will be complications, if I will be allowed to labor in a giant tub in my own home until he arrives, if he will be early or late, if the doctor will have to be involved. Under normal circumstances, this would cause me great suffering not to know. But what the heck can I do????!! Just humbly accept that I can't know. To be fair, I don't fret about this often. And I'm not fretting about it today. The letting go process began much earlier than this: before I could feel him kicking every 5 minutes you can imagine how I wondered about whether he was alright in there. Let go. Trust. Kiss a dog's lips. Allowing vulnerability is not a virtue of our American culture. Being exposed to danger in any form is um....undesirable. Perhaps this is why pregnancy and the business of family-making can be so frustrating. And so medicalized. We want what we want the way we want it and on this date. To allow the process to unfold in its own splendorous way would leave too much to the unknown. Whereas being vulnerable invites the unknown to come on in for tea and sympathy. I'm very interested to hear if anyone embraces the feeling of being emotionally naked for an experience. What could be the benefits? What openings might be created? I'm inviting you...