I awoke from vivid technicolor dreams in full anxiety mode about my lack of preparedness for this new baby. It is a beautiful sunny first day of spring that we should spend enjoying together as a family. Instead I will work a cookie booth at Bi-Lo and stress over whether I need to pick up one last order of cookies. After that I will go to my parents’ house and try to have fun with my brothers and their families while I feel like I’m going to do a cartoon character routine and have all the springs pop out of my body because I need to be cleaning my house. Oh, and my ankles have started swelling so that I look like an elephant at the end of each day. Doug thinks it’s funny and calls me an ogre.