Baby Watch: Day 2

Still just watching and waiting.  Jath says she feels "something" but isn't quite ready to commit to it being anything yet.  However, she is currently making monkey bread for tomorrow morning while commenting that she might not get to eat it.

What was on tap for today?   Sweet sleep (until about 9:30) and lots of lounging.  We enjoyed some coffee and donuts, courtesy of Dad, and watched some exciting local news to start the day.

At 1 p.m., we headed out to our favorite brunch place:

We've had multiple discussions with multiple friends and family members about whether this restaurant's name is a help or a hindrance.  According to my brother, FirstWatch sounds like the name of a Sunday school class for the elderly.  Others have commented that it would be a better moniker for a security company.  I for one associate it with slammin' good hash browns and "meh" coffee, but I'll let you be the judge.  My choice this time around? "Cheese to the 5th degree"--a grilled cheese sandwich featuring Swiss, Havarti, Cheddar, Monterrey Jack, and some other cheese on Parmesan crusted bread. Yes, it's as good as its name.

After lunch, we braved the local grocery store to pick up some last-minute supplies.  Because everyone else in town apparently had the same plan, our "20 minute" stop lasted nearly an hour.  The upside? A platter of shrimp, even more coffee, ingredients for pumpkin pie, and ready-to-eat desserts.  

We made it home just in time to watch The Gruffalo on DVR.  Apparently this short film is for children.  Apparently, some children enjoy sleeping in CGI-induced terror.  I, for one, am keeping this series on the shelf in favor of "One Fish, Two Fish" for awhile.

At 5:30, we were off to our church's Christmas Eve service--an abbreviated version of Lessons and Carols.  Despite the heat coming on only about 5 minutes before service started, we much enjoyed the time spent breathing and pondering the miracle of Christmas.  As we lit candles and sang Silent Night, I couldn't help but wonder whether ours would be. 

Back at home, we're picking through food, drinking decaf coffee, and doing what all the world does this night: waiting.