'Bun in the Oven'

The term 'bun in the oven' is annoyingly cliche. Trite even. Although, since today I am writing about babies & baking please excuse my writer's foible-because like baking a baby emerges when it's ready.
Two friends of mine are currently trying to get pregnant. At times, they get impatient. One of them hopes to get pregnant soon for the first time. My experience with being pregnant and her desire to become pregnant brings us closer over coffee chats. We've both read 'The Secret' and we agree that positive thoughts toward what one desires is a definite step in the right direction. I hope both my friends get pregnant. I'll get to hold a new baby and offer support throughout the course of their pregnancies.
The other night I spoke with a woman whose daughter is taking a life skills course at the high school. She explained how the daughter has to take a pretend baby-a computerized doll around with her for twenty four hours. The baby cries at regular intervals. The idea is to show the teen the real responsibilites involved in caring for a baby. It's a smart educational tool. While I spoke with the woman her cell phone rang. It was her daughter-"why does the baby have to cry so often"? she asked. The woman and I looked at each other and smiled.

Everything in life has a season. The summer is slowly becoming a distant memory on Cape Cod. Winter is not too far behind. A woman becoming a mother evolves in it's own time too.

Oh and speaking of a 'bun in the oven'-I am baking mini orange pound cakes this afternoon.

They will be available for sale at the Coonamessett Farm tomorrow.