Soft October Nights

Under the full moon, these last "soft October nights" I have begun to have my first contractions. I'm trying not to panic, but I NEED more time. I'm not ready. I feel completely unprepared. I'm supposed to have another month!
And so these lines of "The Love Song of J Alfred Prufrock" have been running through my head over and over again, as I want time for you and time for me and time yet for a hundred indecisions and for a hundred visions and revisions...

The yellow fog that rubs its back upon the window-panes,
The yellow smoke that rubs its muzzle on the window-panes
Licked its tongue into the corners of the evening,
Lingered upon the pools that stand in drains,
Let fall upon its back the soot that falls from chimneys,
Slipped by the terrace, made a sudden leap,
And seeing that it was a soft October night,
Curled once about the house, and fell asleep.

And indeed there will be time
For the yellow smoke that slides along the street,
Rubbing its back upon the window-panes;
There will be time, there will be time
To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet;
There will be time to murder and create,
And time for all the works and days of hands
That lift and drop a question on your plate;
Time for you and time for me,
And time yet for a hundred indecisions,
And for a hundred visions and revisions,
Before the taking of a toast and tea.

You can read the whole poem here.