A week ago I was convinced that the second I left the house Lu was going to go into labor.

I have been wrong so many times now that I’ve started to lose my edge. The waiting, the-not-going-into-labor has become the norm. In fact, now I’m not sure we will ever be doing anything but waiting. Lu will be perpetually pregnant and an always ready tub will live in our dining room.

So we wait. It’s what we do and I can’t wait to do something else.