I have determined that time is moving slowly. At 24 weeks, it seems like an eternity until she gets here. I'm slightly impatient and that combined with my tendency to be a little anxious and eager to challenges immediately instead of putting things off, makes me feel like time is creeping by. Everyone says to enjoy this quiet time before the storm but I can't wait to see her little face, give her a name, and bring her home. I look around my house and get teary eyed thinking about this being her first home and the place that many firsts happen for her. I also look around my house and see a giant pile of cat hair, potential for lead paint exposure, and stairs with no doorway. Oh gee, the anxiety is kicking in. Lots to do in the next 16 weeks!!!
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