Waiting for a baby is a bit like...

A RollerCoaster




Waiting for a baby to come is a little like queuing for the world's most terrifying rollercoaster. You are not sure if you even want to join the queue at first, but you find your self drawn toward it even though it scares you. You wait in the queue for 9 months saying "Come on" & "Hurry Up", then it is almost your turn and the fear returns. Was this a good idea? Is this excitement or fear I am feeling? But you can't leave this queue. So you stand and wait for the car to come in, and for the ride to start.