bkdelong

My house is incredibly quiet right now. All I can hear is the clicking of my keyboard, the whirring of the fan in the kitchen, and occasional "whooshes" as cars drive by my house. My adorable cat is curled up next to me on a pile of recipes and a duvee cover and I'm here waiting for the arrival of my son.

Kirky is out with her mother shopping. My weekend has been filled with massive surges of cleaning and then loud periods of quiet as we prepare the house for its new arrival. The house is impeccably clean aside from the kitty-litter area, which is always in some state of disarray. All of the laundry is done, everything is vaccumed & dusted - I don't know how we would have done this without my mother-in-law.

But there's something eerie about the quiet. I'm getting anxious for things to start happening. We're ready- we've been ready and my body feels like I'm sitting here signing as I tap my foot and click my fingers on an imaginary watch about my wrist.

The due date isn't until the end of next week but we're as ready as we'll ever be. Time to go watch the pot of Mother Nature just to make sure she's not boiling in secret.

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