I have not been in nesting mode per se, but my husband has, and I love him all the more for it. The last two days have me feeling pretty great, except for the inability to breathe easily and some fatigue. One would think these two conditions would leave me miserable, but I feel energized, happy, and peaceful; even if not entirely motivated to prepare for the Warrior Queen’s arrival. I suppose the end is in sight regardless of the uncertain specifics.
I remember vividly my elation as we set each new article in our home, bringing us movements closer to my son’s debut. Daily, sometimes hourly, I found myself entering his room and sitting quietly in the rocking chair I’ve kept since college. I never remained in the room for long, only enough to absorb the excitement that I might be holding him soon. I usually entered his closet before concluding my latest visit, unhooking the hanger of my favorite one piece with the crab on the bottom; placing it on my belly hoping I could conceive some notion of his size.
For an assortment of reasons I have not had this experience with the Warrior Queen. While I am indescribably excited to have her here, picturing her accompaniment to our daily life; her presence is more like a spirit than a emerging reality.
Last weekend my husband installed the crib and retrieved the same rocker from the basement, but since we are undecided about furniture and bedroom assignments, these bits of preparation progress don’t hold the same weight as they probably should. At this point a week passed, and I’ve barely set foot in the room. But, today my husband retrieved other odds and ends like the car bucket that is resting in our office, as well as the playpen finding its prior home close distance to our elliptical. Exercising I felt it; the very same feeling I had just before my son was born. I remember keeping him in this meshed enclosure during my stationary peddling. Watching him progress from laying, to sitting, to standing, finally to cruising along its four walls. I thought back to his smiles that were barely perceived over the edge; now he is so tall comparatively. It was that moment I felt the Warrior Queen with us, soon resting in the safety of the same structure, safe from a curious toddler. There are a couple more articles to haul to the living quarters of our house, but it’s beginning to feel like she is part of our outer world.
Soon my strong girl will be among us, and I can barely contain myself wondering when it will be. I look for signs. I have my intuition of roughly how much longer I must wait, but the feel of any moment is a collision of excitement and impatience, maybe a touch of intellectual curiosity too.