Like Tom Petty said…

The waiting is the hardest part
Every day you see one more card
You take it on faith, you take it to the heart
The waiting is the hardest part

Bags are packed and in the car.  And that car has a full tank of gas (insert Blues Brothers reference here: ________________ ).  Keturah has stopped working.  The crib arrived this past Saturday.  All camera gear packed and fully charged.  We are ready. 

We are ready.  Yeah, right.  That’s the most ridiculous thing I could possible write in anticipation of having another baby.  There is no way you can be truly ready or prepared this.  All that stuff above I wrote that indicated I’m ready?  It’s all crap.  Being ready for this means expecting the unexpected. Being ready means for a baby you welcome the winging it that’s about to come. 

While I’m thinking about it, let me just say that this feels vastly different from the first time Keturah bore me a child.  The main, most obvious difference is that this time around, we found out in advance that we are having another boy.  And we’ve already given him the name Jude.  The stuff that I’ve been writing to this blog and via Twitter wouldn’t be nearly the same if we didn’t have a name.  Imagine this blog title as Waiting on TBD.  Not nearly as fun.

Oh, this figures…iPod just shuffled to “You’ve Got to Hold Your Love Away”

Here I stand head in hand
Turn my face to the wall
If she’s gone I can’t go on
Feelin’ two-foot small