It feels just a little bit as if things are sliding backward. The baby we were so sure was going to be born a week and a half ago now seems unlikely to arrive during the next week and a half. The negotiations to purchase the Kennel hit a snag today. That means that we're not as close to the official signing ceremony as we were (or thought we were).
We will have a baby, though, and it'll be soon. It might not be soon enough for Tammy, who is suffering the aches and pains and anxiety. It can't be soon enough for David, who is trying to hold things together and be strong for everybody. But the wait will be forgotten once Aiden decides it's time for his entrance. And that will be soon, whether it seems like it or not.
And I don't have any doubts that the discussions going on regarding the Kennel will work out. Both sides want it to, for different reasons. The Boss thinks it's an investment that will ensure the company's future. The guy who's selling is eager to retire. There's a middle man, of course, and the problem is trying to get around him.
I'm sure they'll find a way, just not before I have to spend another weekend and a few more of my precious nights typing proposals and creating tables and spreadsheets that somehow always show what a good deal this is for the other guy. Look how much money you'll make! Just sign here and it'll start rolling in.