Molly Dear. Seriously. Perhaps you read my blog post about waiting and the dream life. Please allow me to clarify: my feelings of pleasure were derived exclusively from the household-running aspect of said waiting (ie- keeping things clean and completing tasks as they arise). And now even that is losing its luster. I'm fat. I'm tired. I hurt. This starting and stopping labor business is no fun. Okay, so no rush if you have good reason to stay in there, but just wanted to let you know that we are ready whenever you are.