Impatient

The little spinning baby countdown says 17 days to go.

Nine months is really not a long time

but 17 days seems like forever.

I want to walk without waddling,

sleep on my tummy,

give up the back ache, heartburn,

constant looks from strangers,

and wear pants with a button and zipper.

More than that,

I want to meet Baby K,

hold him,

rock him,

kiss the bottom of his feet,
smell the top of his head,

listen to him breath when he sleeps,
and see if he had Cody's nose

or curly hair.

I just want him here...

17 days to go.