40 Weeks

This morning at 6:45 sharp I heard my daughter jump out of bed. She chattered a while and putzed around in her bedroom, climbed onto her dresser to feed her fish, put some of her stuffies back to sleep in their own little beds, then stomped down the stairs and into bed with me (dad was there too, but morning snuggles have been all about the girls … Continue reading 40 Weeks

The Limits of Patience (38/39 weeks)

We are as ready as we’ll ever be. My husband, playing games of speed chess with projects and deadlines at work, trying to keep his calendar limber enough to accommodate a last minute retreat to an internet-free maternity ward. My daughter, asking more times every day when baby brother will be here, sleeping less hours each night as her anxiety creeps up and into her … Continue reading The Limits of Patience (38/39 weeks)