The next few weeks were a whirlwind of activity. We sorted through the chests that Uchel's family sent to him. They only stayed for a little while longer, letting us know that we were free to visit anytime.
Uchel tried to act like it didn't matter, but I could see under his gruffness that he was really hoping they would be worth meeting. That would be for a later date because it was too close to when the little one would be born.
The days were getting shorter and harvest time came. Cuau and Ocello spent a lot of time in the fields for the harvest. Uchel stayed around mainly because they wanted to be sure he would be available if I needed to squeeze someone's hand during labor.
I guess it was tradition that the father, if the mother knew who it was, stayed close for the last month of pregnancy. Ocello's mother teased that it wouldn't be long before it was his turn to break his hands.
