We are waiting for the baby. I've taken off from work. Ready for the change and the arrival. Waiting. Trying to pace the excitement and anxiety. Like the transition from the last hours of a vacation, or the wait when you are meeting someone after work for a wonderful dinner but don't have time to go home. The need to pace around, not rush things and be open to the experience of this time of waiting. The knowledge that these are the last hours without a child and the idea of savoring them tempered with the excitement and slight impatience for the moment to arrive. Not sure what to do with ourselves and knowing that our impatience and watching will delay the arrival, we are going to the beach.