The Waddling Woman Waits

I should be headed to bed right now, but I couldn't help it - I had to write. Rachel and I are in the middle of this strange dreamworld where waiting and wondering and waddling are the consuming activities of every day. I wonder how many times we've said, "He could come today," or , "I think this contraction hurts more than the other ones have." Officially we aren't due until next Friday, the 19th, but Rachel's body is already running practice laps - so there's no telling.

Its hilarious. On one hand it kind of feels like Wednesday in the office and you remember that on Friday you are leaving on this huge vacation to Tahiti or something, and an electric zip of adrenaline sends kamikaze butterflies through your guts. On the other hand it is kind of like the feeling you get when the bell is going to ring in like 2 minutes and you know that it is "Manly Mondays" in football practice and you are about to go through something that might make you puke, but at the very least is going to leave you exhausted and sore. You really want to be there on the field but the self-preservation shoulder angel is screaming that you would be better off had you joined the chess club instead.

I can't wait to meet Gabe. Rach is amazing - she's beautiful and tough and I know she's going to do great. Aisha is getting a little jealous already (she's tired of this mystery boy that is already stealing the limelight). I know she'll make it, and learning to share won't be half bad.