Less Than a Week to Go?

Eileen can hardly believe that she has only has four more days of work. She is going to miss all of her coworkers terribly and can barely fathom stepping off into THE GREAT UNKNOWN. But she is looking forward (with a bit of trepidation) to redirecting her energy into being a mother.

Micah is anxiously awaiting the baby's arrival. His daily refrain to Eileen is, "Have you had any contractions yet?" He keeps his cell phone on all day at work and on vibrate during class, ready to jump at a moment's notice. Last Tuesday, Eileen called him near the end of one class -- at which point he promptly closed his books and put away his pen. False alarm! A discussion about groceries was not what he was expecting!

We continue our weekly visit to The Birth Center for check-ups. Everything is normal and healthy. We have become very familiar with the trek and are surprised how the weeks have wound down. One day soon Micah will drive there with a screaming wife and drive home with a screaming baby!

We are still furiously working to get our apartment in order. We have gotten many items crossed off our To-Do list. We are encouraged. One big project left to complete is for Micah to evaluate his books and decide which ones he can live without -- "O, the agony!" This may not happen until after the baby comes, or at some other unknown and far off point -- if Micah can keep coming up with excuses not to do it.

Someone from Eileen's work has been waiting to give us a glider rocker, and since its arrival the other night it has become a coveted spot. We having fun sitting in moving furniture--though the novelty may wear off slightly as it becomes a midnight, 2 a.m., 4 a.m., etc. fixture!

There is not much else to tell. Just waiting and gliding along . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .