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The Waiting Game

I haven't written in my blog for a while now.  That's because we are in "the big wait."  As the birth is quickly approaching, though (we are 3 weeks out), I find myself feeling incredibly anxious!  I was more relaxed when it was I who was giving birth!  This Nana thing is a little bit tough.  Not only am I worrying about my daughter, but of course I'm worrying about the baby--none of which is really warranted.  Both are doing marvelously well!  Baby J. has had his heart checked with great results.  Jaime is feeling really well and keeping incredibly busy.  Me?  I'm like a caged animal!  I'm doing a lot of walking and fidgeting and running around.  We have our "to-go" bags packed and in the car.  I've made plans for when I'm gone from my students.  I have the pets covered and the house covered.  The bank knows we are traveling so as not to cancel our debit card.  I've arranged for my hair appointment.  There's just nothing left to do but wait...and wait.  I don't want our little guy to come early...he needs to be "done."  But I sure can't wait for Baby J. to arrive!

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