Tammy has been to the hospital at least three times in the last twenty-four hours. Without going into detail, the doctors (and more importantly the nurses and the midwife) expect Aiden to be born tonight. Or over the weekend. Or some time in the next two weeks.
So we're a little on edge (even those of us who are not actually pregnant). We're waiting for a life-changing (and life-giving) event that we know is coming and we know will be special no matter when it happens. We're a little tired of the waiting part (especially those of us who are actually pregnant).
I'm not exactly sleeping in my clothes, but I'm making sure I don't lose track of my shoes. That's an ongoing problem for me; I can never seem to find my shoes when I'm in a hurry to get out the door. I also have my camera in its case, hanging on the doorknob and ready to travel. I left my phone ringer on all night for the first time in ages. First time on purpose, anyway. Sometimes I just forget.
Even though Rachael promises her recipes will be ready in under thirty minutes, I'm not doing much cooking these days. I've never been able to get in under the time limit anyway, so I'm eating a lot of sandwiches. You know, things I can walk away from in a hurry if necessary.
I was big and brave when I fixed myself some pancakes this afternoon, but I had to do something. While I was driving to the post office for the second time today, I got so light-headed from hunger that I thought I might pass out. I needed something substantial and quick as soon as I got home. First I wolfed down a bagel without even heating it, and then I whisked together a batch of pancakes. That did the trick. I might not have to eat again until tomorrow.
Am I rambling? That's what I thought. I'm just waiting for the phone to ring. It might not ring tonight, but I'm waiting anyway.