Waiting.

There's a whole lot of watching and waiting going on in this household right now. And there's a whole lotta nothin' going on. It's agonizing. Patience has never been a strength, but I'm trying to make peace with Things That I Cannot Control.

The dog. Sweet Gia girl. She knows something is up. She knows that there is a now a bedroom that she is not allowed to enter unsupervised. She knows that I smell different and curls up close next to my belly at night, when I let her. She pooped in my shoe the other day. And she ate a disposable diaper. Hard times for little dogs. Hard times.