The Grandma has quit nesting. Now the Grandma is very AWAKE!

I think that the compulsive need to clean has passed.  I am settled in our new, improved, digs and I besides the long-standing urge to do laundry, I am actually able to settle down a bit at this point....yes, I realize that this is the calm before the storm.  At any rate, anyone who knows me well knows that when I am nervous, I do laundry.  I don't know if it is because it is some kind of instant gratification, or if folding clothes settles me, but I love it.  My daughter has to sometimes remind me that she actually needs to wear the clothes before I wash them...

But, with the calm has come the total inability to sleep.  Now, mind you, I have never been a very good sleeper.  If I get between 5 - 6 hours per night, it is a good night, but 2 - 3 is ridiculous.  I have read every entertainment magazine published in the last six months, and I can give really good advise on how to get out most any stain.  I know that there are old episodes of almost every sitcom on in the middle of the night, and I also know that the systems at my work is very fast in the middle of the night and one can really download a lot of reports at about 4 am.  My daughter gets up about every 45 minutes to go to the bathroom and she actually seldom wakes for these events.  She has always been a sleepwalker, so I supposed that I should not be surprised by this. 

I know that I could get some assistance with my sleep, but until things happen around here, I do feel that I should be coherent at all times.  I am thinking that a groggy labor coach would be a little scary...

I also know that I will probably not sleep afterwards either, but believe-it-or-not, I think that I will be able to sleep better when he is finally here and the whole labor thing is over.

I do realize that it must be very difficult for a man to watch his wife, or for a partner to watch their partner have a baby, but I also believe that when one is set up to be the primary support person for their own daughter, it is a totally different thing entirely.  The absolute love of my life, for whom I would take a bullet or jump in front of a train for is going to be doing something very painful that I cannot save her from.  The ultimate role of a parent is to protect and I am not able to protect her from this. 

I know that it is going to be a great outcome, but the getting there is going to be quite a ride.  But, ready or not, it is going to happen.....