Well, the sheets and quilts are washed and dried.
I just applied a nice, fresh coat of clear nailpolish to my fingernails; and trimmed the girls’ fingernails.
I’ve mopped, dusted, and organized (over and over again).
I’ve thrown away the contents of all the suspicious-looking containers in the refrigerator.
AND I can see straight down to the bottom of the ironing basket.
There are cookies in the freezer and batteries in the baby monitor.
Our camera batteries are charged, the bird-feeders are filled, and diapers are stacked in the nursery.
I’d say I’m just about ready for baby boy!
As I wait (and it could be over two more weeks, ya know), I am reacquainting with this strange instinct I have as I approach due-dates: when the phone rings, my first thought is that someone is calling to tell me that I’m in labor. It’s very exciting! And then I realize, “Shoot. We’ll be doing the calling.”