The closer I get to meeting the lion cub, the more anxious I get.
This dream is too good to be true. And I am not lucky enough to live it. Luck this good* comes to other people.
Every hour of every day I wait for the other shoe to drop. I wonder how it will happen. How will the dream get snatched away from me? When will it happen?
I wait and wait and wait.
While I’m waiting, I wash and fold his tiny tiny clothes. And I wonder if he’ll ever really wear them. Hubby and I practice our labor coping skills, and I wonder if I’ll ever get a chance to use them.
This dream is too good to be true.
* Conceiving your dream baby, after 3 long years of fruitless TTC, on the eve of your anniversary while on your dream vacation? That is some seriously good fortune.