Try to recreate the normal morning routine for the boys’ sake. Wake them up and feed them breakfast as normal. Start to tell Marshall that baby Susie might be coming home today. He shows excitement, but don’t think he fully grasps it.
Luckily Grams is here (Sarah’s mother) to keep the boys occupied, so I can spend most of the morning being very domestic, of course checking in on Sarah.
Expecting to have a baby sometime in the very near future, I do a quick clean of the house; certainly mopping our bedroom, hallway and bathroom.
On top of that, for some unexplainable reason, I end up baking like 5-6 dozen cookies.
First 2 hardly count, Sarah had bought some of the break and bake sugar cookies so little effort there.
Rest were more complicated, actually baked from scratch.
While cleaning the kitchen I ran across a bag of chocolate/peanut butter chips.
Sarah said she had wanted to bake them for the Midwife’s office and by way of a massive build-up of anxious energy and lack of sleep, I actually uttered the phrase “I want to bake”.
Next thing I know I am in the kitchen with a bag of flour and a mixer.
Grams asked if I was nesting.
Nope, just bored, and feel like I need to be doing something, anything.
By the way, the cookies looked terrible, but tasted great. I am not a baker.
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