Last week I practically jumped out of my skin every time my phone rang. Ryan and I had been putting off cleaning the house and finishing all of our little projects, and I just KNEW that Layla was going to come before we got to everything. Well, the phone didn't ring. To tell you the truth, I'm glad it didn't, because I wasn't ready yet. If you know anything about me, you know that I'm slightly OCD. My husband is not. I don't ever feel prepared for anything until the house is clean and everything is organized.
Saturday rolled around, Ryan was at work all day, and I was left in my dirty (well, what I would consider dirty) house. I went a little crazy. I'm fairly certain that I Windexed every surface in the entire house (not joking). I think pregnant people call this "nesting," but since I'm not pregnant, I'll just go ahead and admit that I'm a lunatic. The funny thing is, I'm absolutely calm now. My house is clean and suddenly all is right with the world. I know it won't stay shiny and gleaming for long, as I'm sure Maddox is shedding billions of tiny little black hairs all over the place right this moment. But since it is clean, for now, I'd really LOVE Layla to decide to make an entrance. :)