Today classes start at K-State and for the first time in 9 semesters, I don't have class. It's a weird feeling. I sent Russell off this morning and sat at home, kind of sad, trying to figure out what to do with myself. Of course there's plenty to do around the house--I've got to get everything ready for the baby, and my nesting instinct has really kicked in and I've been cleaning and organizing madly for a few days now. But it's still kind of a bummer to not be going to class, seeing friends, co-workers, and classmates on a regular basis, etc. So I'm hoping to make more phone calls this semester, so I don't get too lonely.

At the same time I'm really excited and happy, happier than I've been in a long time, because I feel like life is beginning for us. I can't wait to meet my son, to take care of him, show him off, and watch him grow. I'm excited to look for a new home in Colorado, excited for Russell to get his new job, and just plain happy to be a wife and a soon-to-be mom.

As these thoughts and ideas race around in my head, as my due date draws nearer, and as the semester goes by, I hope to capture some of my thoughts and feelings in poetry and drawings. But I can't make any promises. There's still a lot to do to get ready for baby. But I'm so excited, it's ridiculous.