Well, I did drive to Mom's (quarter mile) and let her dog out. However, my feet have been throbbing since then and I am waiting for them to stop before I get back up. The house is all painted downstairs. Our ceiling is back up. Much of our furniture is in the correct room anyhow. Landscape done. A/C unit in and working. Floors finished.
Saw dust still all over half the rooms. Stairs wait to be finished. My school supplies have to be moved over here and a place found. Our hospital bags are half way packed. Our dog finally got to come home and stay the night at our house for the first time in nearly two weeks.
Now, I wait...wait to be able to get some stuff done. Wait for the baby to arrive. Wait to sleep on my stomach. Wait to see if he's healthy. Wait to see if I really get to be a mom. Wait to see if I am one of those parents that thinks my ugly baby is cute. Wait to see what who it looks like. Is this really gonna happen this time?
