At Least the Floor is Clean
Part of the frustration about this waiting game is the not knowing what is something and what is nothing. I find myself looking very deeply into everything I do and feel. I woke in the middle of the night last night and could not fall back to sleep. I was tense and worrying and mulling over all kinds of stupid things. Was that a sign that I would soon be going into labor? Sadly, no. I've been feeling a bit crampy. Are they Braxton-Hicks contractions? Real contractions? All in my mind? Who knows?Ate my fresh pineapple, took my evening primrose, drank my raspberry leaf tea. I must really be getting desperate, as I have also taken some advice that I have been getting that in ordinary circumstances I would never have considered. Today I got down on my hands and knees and scrubbed the kitchen floor. Never mind that I have been, for the past several years, paying a very nice woman to do that particular chore. And do people really scrub floors anymore? Isn't that what mops are for? Never mind. I scrubbed. I even applied a layer of wax. I have four more layers to go and then the floor will really be shiny. I might not go into labor, but with God as my witness, the floor will be shiny!
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