It is a regular sort of Sunday. Darling Husband is working. I have had breakfast, walked Little Dog, done laundry, etc. I still have a list of things to get done, but … the day just feels sort of empty.
I should stop here for a sec, and explain that I am not a person to get bored easily. I’m very into crafts/sewing/painting — anything, really that involves a gluegun or my trusty Singer. I always have several projects going at once, as well as several books.
But today, I just feel out of sorts. I am too distracted to craft or read. Baby Fever is hitting hard.
The house seems empty in a way that I never noticed before. I feel like I can almost picture my baby here with me. It almost feels weird that they are not here yet.
I don’t know how it is possible to miss someone you have never met, but today, I do …