My last day of full-time work (for three months) was Friday, so today is an expansive one. Lots of layered moments unhindered by obligatory phone calls, meetings, and computer time. It's refreshing having all these extra minutes to myself. More room for making and moving and whatnots. But at the same time I'm experiencing bouts of restlessness in waiting for baby to sprout from my loins and perking my ears to any odd sensations in my body that may signal she's on the way. She could be here at any minute. It feels like waiting for grandma dot's plane to land when I was a kid, or getting ready to perform, or taking off my clothes in front of strangers, or the seconds before a first kiss with a loved lover, or the first ride in a taxi from an airport in a country I've never been. It's anticipatory stuff indeed. And I'm ready.