How do you carry continuously the weight of waiting? The weight of expectations? The wait for something to happen? The weight of 9 months worth of waiting, anticipation? The weight of the now sometimes overwhelming need to hold my baby in my arms, looking into his/her eyes, tracing my finger along the perfection of his/her face, resting a tiny hand in my own vast, sturdy hand? How to draw back into the present moment so as to stay grounded, mindful, rested? The weight of waiting is made bearable knowing that it is so close, that there is an end point, that the pendulum will shift sometime in the next 10 or so nights, when the weight of waiting will then be no more, and action and excitement will be all.