Baby hit forty weeks yesterday. She has not yet emerged. And I think I’ve finally figured out the right word for how this makes me feel.
Over the past couple days, especially as people ask, “How are you feeling?”, I’ve been trying to wrangle the turn of phrase that would sum up what it’s like to be where we are. None of the options I had thought of seemed quite right:
* _anxious?_ no…
* _eager?_ not merely that…
* _irritated, annoyed,_ or _aggravated?_ no (at whom?)…
* _beside myself?_ a little too dramatic…
* _impatient?_ certainly, but that’s not quite right…
So what I think I am is just _antsy._ That conveys my sense of eagerness, impatience, inability to concentrate, and yes, also a bit of the immaturity of simply _not being able to wait!_ I hope I can stand it.
Maybe if I put some real ants in the house it will distract you enough that you’ll feel a little less antsy. Or maybe you’ll feel more antsy with all the ants. :)