by crobertson

Distracted  “Unable to concentrate because one’s mind is preoccupied”

The minor contractions that remind me I am closer & closer to, “it’s time!”

The nesting phase that I thought I was past…nope, “there’s a little speck of dust over here!”

The new to do list.  Just after I thought I was done.  Next steps in quilt making & last few thank yous, “I’ll just set the timer for an hour and focus…focus…focus!”

The anticipation, after months and months of house hunting.  We found it.  Pray, “if this is it like we feel it is, be with us, let your will be done”

The exhaustion.  Not from going to bed too late.  Not from being uncomfortable, nothing of that sort.  Exhaustion from being, “distracted!”