Land Sighting

So last night went better. I managed to confine my panicking to the half hour before sleep, which I'm sure Andrew appreciated. Woke up early this morning, half hour before the alarm, which I hate, so rather than try to eke out a few more minutes of unsatisfactory sleep, I figured I'd get up and be productive. Kitchen's clean, litter scooped, and a load of laundry started. And yesterday, I made my first midwife appointment - January 11 - which also made me feel like I'd done something productive. If productivity keeps working like this at driving away nerves, you may arrive to the world's cleanest house. Not likely, but at this point, we are both free to look out at the distant shore and hope that what is there is exactly what we've been looking for.