Waiting. Waiting. Waiting.

Waiting. Waiting. Waiting.

What else can I do?

I’ve cleaned the house. I’ve organized. I’ve thrown things out. I’ve tidied. I’ve rearranged.

I’ve washed, folded and put away clothes, blankies, bibs, towels, washcloths, hats, and socks. I’ve sorted toys, put away diapers, diaper cream, towels, shampoo, and baby lotion.

I packed my bag. I packed for my husband. I packed a coming home outfit for him.

What else is there for me to do except wait?

Waiting.

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