Last week John lost his gloves. I happened to find them mid-morning in our linen closet tucked between towels. I thought that was rather humorous, so I decided to give him a call alerting him of my discovery.
It didn't occur to me that a phone call in the middle of class might might indicate a laboring wife. Poor John bounded out of his class only to discover I had merely delivered his gloves.
I'll admit, a ringing phone has thrown me into a tizzy as well. Every single time my phone rings my first thought is, "I wonder if the baby's ready to come!" Crazy, I know.
In the meantime I'm trying to plan something fun everyday between now and when he arrives. My mom arrives tomorrow and after that my days will be filled with The American Boy's Choir, manicures, Settlers, and my adorable nieces (3-year-old Ella has been calling her tights her "panty toes").
I think I've also started nesting. I baked eleven loaves of bread yesterday.