nesting

I feel restless - I keep wandering around, organizing this and cleaning that. If I'm not moving, I need to be organizing my mind. I think I'm subconsciously preparing for the inevitable.. I think that means it's almost time. I am now eagerly awaiting this arrival like it's something I didn't see coming. The idea of having a sweet, tiny little human laying next to me fills me to the brim with excitement and pure ecstasy. I find myself in complete denial that the time has already come, that soon (s)he will be here and I will once again be challenged in every way possible. Running on little to no sleep, constantly on call for someone - sleeping on another persons schedule. It feels like it's been years and years... and I suppose it almost has... 2.5 years ago, at least. I'm giddy at the prospect - and who knows, next post may be "welcome to the world baby!"