From the weekend.

From 48 hours of warmth this past weekend, which we filled with landscaping projects and a patio dinner and prep for our baby girl. We've settled into the waiting game, it seems, and the uncertainty has been a challenge for me (for all mothers, I'd guess). I am not, by nature, a terribly anxious person, but I have become an anxious nester. I worry about a fast delivery, a too-early departure from work, unfinished house projects and - always - her ability to breathe apart from me.

But we are weeks or days away. And this - the cramping and fatigue and nausea - even this I will miss when it becomes memory.

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