I’m living in-between.
In-between one child and two, when the to-dos are checked off and the house is clean and the fridge is stocked.
In-between life as we know it and life as a family of four.
In-between restless and painful sleep, and the interrupted kind that will soon follow.
In this between time, everyone picks up their cell phones on the first ring, and they say, “When will it be?” and “Tomorrow would be nice,” and “We simply can’t wait.”
Yes, yes. I know. Trust me, I know.
The in-between days have a certain rhythm to them. Orange juice for breakfast; ice cream for dessert. Visits to the pool. Long neighborhood walks. Afternoon naps. Big pitchers of raspberry leaf iced tea. Foot rubs.
We’re keeping our cell phones charged and the laundry washed. I keep discussing the need to wash both cars, but Jonathan says the in-between is making me crazy and the answer is no.
So for those of you who are curious if the baby has come, or if he’s on his way, or if I have any motherly intuition about his arrival or his size…the answer is also no.
We’re taking things day-by-day.
For now, we’re in-between.