The Waiting

34 weeks and some change. That's how far along I am. 34 weeks. That means 6 more weeks until Leah's arrival, give or take a couple weeks. My, that seems like a long time to wait... and not so long, too.

The "to do" list is almost complete. The birthing class is over and done with. The hospital tour will soon be (as of this evening) under our belts. Now we just have to wait for Leah Jordan's appearance. *sigh*

I feel like a child at Christmas. The anticipation itself slows time (or so it seems), delaying the arrival of that day. I can wish all I want, but her birth-day (like Christmas) won't come any sooner. On the other hand, though, I'm sure her birth-day will sneak up on us, too. Despite all our planning and preparing, we'll still not be quite as ready as we'd like to be. There will still be something left for us to take care of.

Lately, I've been feeling more exhausted in the afternoon and evening; some evenings I don't even feel like cooking dinner ("Scott, do you mind if we just have cereal for dinner?"). Is it no surprise then, that I really don't feel like heading to the gym after work? Or that I'm too tired to relax and read? Maybe that's why I'm anxious for Leah. Not like the exhaustion will disappear any time soon (my friends with little ones have warned me), but at least then she'll be here with us. Plus, I won't have to think about work anymore... (now that's a perk!). (Side note: Speaking of work, I have officially finished writing and assembling my lesson plans for my substitute. Yippee!!)

Please don't think I'm complaining, because I certainly view this pregnancy as a blessing; I'm just anxious for my little one to be here, for her dad to hold her for the first time, for her to meet all the people who have been praying for her. I'm just like any mom anticipating the arrival of her child... excited, nervous, and (dare I say it?) ready.