I have waited for baby for weeks to get here. At least this morning, she will be here tonight, and I don’t have to go to bed one more night waiting, which is really the worst of the waiting—at night before bed, unable to sleep, full of the energy of waiting, which is the exact opposite of the calm necessary to slip into sleep. This morning I can let the energy abound, as I know the satisfaction it seeks will be here tonight. But I must remain present, she tells me, and not look so much to the future. So I sit here and type and work at my desk and try to get my mind, body, and soul all to focus on anything other than the one thing that they all want.