We are all still trying very hard to have this baby. We've even scheduled a special gathering for family and friends tomorrow, something that has nothing to do with him. It's elaborate enough that a call sending us all to the hospital waiting room would be a major inconvenience. If that doesn't convince Aiden to make an appearance, I don't know what will.
Tammy is doing her part. Actually, she's doing more than her share, above and beyond as it were. She's also keeping herself busy and active. It hasn't helped so far, but once the baby comes we'll say that whatever she did that day was what worked. As usual, she has plans for every day during the coming week. She hopes she doesn't get to do everything on her schedule.
As you can probably tell, I don't have much to say about my own day today. I'm trying to use the long weekend to get some work done, and I did cross three major items off my to-do list today. It just doesn't feel as if I'm working hard enough. If I'd kept going, I could have done a lot more. (There's a duh statement if I've ever written one.)
I just tend to let my thoughts trail off sometimes. Any time I reach a stopping point, I stop, forgetting about all the rewards of staying on task. Blah, blah, blah, tomorrow. That's my unofficial philosophy for working on weekends, and it seems to be seeping through to actual work days.
Before I know it, everything is happening at once and I get overwhelmed. I have to have a little talk with myself, and it turns out to be just as hard a job to keep my spirits up as it is to get the work done. So far I haven't been sucked into the black hole, and I plan to keep my head above water, whatever it takes. These little inspirational pep rallies I hold for myself are quite helpful.
When that baby does show up, I plan to be still in one piece. Every time I find things breaking up on me, I remind myself of that part of the plan.