I steal from the Writing Center a lot these days. Okay, so I don't actually "steal." I just borrow things temporarily from there because I know where everything is. The keys are still "hidden" in the same spot after all. I have been doing some private tutoring with a girl who has been going to freshman academy. I'm more like her "organizational coach"; I help her stay focused and organized with all of her assignments, and sometimes I help her with her assignments as well. It's been nice to have something to get myself out of the house, use my degree, and get paid for it all at the same time. But every now and then I'll find that we need a pair of scissors or a highlighter, and my feet take me to the quiet corner of the Writing Center to snatch a few things from the drawers. (Don't worry, everything gets returned when we're finished.) And today I used the handy dandy paper cutter to cut up the business cards I made for myself. They're definitely not anything fancy, but they're mine. They make me feel all official. It feels wrong to be in the Writing Center alone, though. Eerie. It's meant to be filled with tutors and patrons and a sense of friendship and welcome. Right now it's just dead. I look forward to when school is really back in session, and I'll be able to bump into some of you while I'm there.
Pregnancy-wise, I'm doing just fine. This Saturday I'll be at 38 weeks. (Meaning the baby is "term," but she's not actually due for two more weeks.) She could come anytime now. Part of me can't wait to see her. I have a strong desire to count all ten little fingers and all ten little toes, which I never understood why people did that until I got pregnant. I just never realized what a miracle it is to make a perfectly formed, healthy baby. To believe that my body can do that on the first try without any practice boggles my mind. I won't believe it until I see it--until I can count all of those beautiful little appendages. Anyway, like I said, part of me is so excited to meet her and to finally see what she looks like, but then part of me has to keep reminding myself not to be too eager--"This is the last time that it'll be just you and Lance, so enjoy it while you can. Everything will be different when she comes." Different in a good way, of course, but still different.
Lance thinks she'll come this Saturday. He's pulling the "I have a feeling..." card, but I have to wonder if it's really just that he's so hopeful and eager for her to come that he's turning it into a feeling. I am trying not to think about it, though, so if it doesn't happen then I won't be disappointed. But why did he have to say that? Because even though I know that technically she can show up anytime she wants, I now find myself looking things up online about symptoms of oncoming labor and then quizzing myself on all of the items listed. "Hmmm...I think I could have felt something like that..." I can hear Sis. Morgan laughing at me, too, as I try to make plans on when she'll come. I can hear her in my head "What control do we have at all over anything? It's all on the Lord's timetable." Thanks, Sis. Morgan. I need someone in there to keep me on the ground.