There is nothing more exhausting than sitting and waiting. Waiting for spring, the smell of fresh moist dirt, warm rain, finally being able to leave the windows open and fill the house with the fresh, invigorating smell of a new season. Waiting for change...new possibilities, new experiences, new routines. Waiting for new life.....for meaningful contractions, for watery rupture....for the birth of my son. Only ten days left till I am officially due, and yet I am on pins and needles, sick, sick, sick of winter, and due to achy hips and shoulders, unable to sleep and dream about spring.....oh the drudgery.