Ticking Clock

I feel the clock ticking. In fact, as I type this, I hear a clock ticking. Now that I’ve crested the halfway point with pregnancy #3, I feel like time is starting to speed up. And I’d much rather hit the brakes. I’ve never been one of those pregnant ladies who wants her baby to come as soon as possible. I know what happens when a newborn enters your life. I remember the sleepless nights, endless nursing and constant consoling. Don’t forget the countless diaper changes. We last experienced all that three years ago, but that doesn’t mean my memory of it has faded.

Instead of preparing the nursery, laundering the layette or prepping the diapers, I’ve been reading more than ever, napping when I can, trying out new recipes and relaxing as much as possible. Eventually the nursery will get done. The clothes and diapers will be cleaned. But in the meantime, I’m enjoying some activities of my own that will soon be forced into hiatus.

So, excuse me if there are crumbs on the floor, dust on the TV and I haven’t showered yet today. I’m delving into this good book…and perhaps catching a bit of shut-eye in the process.