I am sitting on the bed this morning far past when I have normally rushed off to work. Normally I would feel stressed out even considering this state, but today I am filled with a gentle contentment. My orange cat, Oliver, decided to climb onto my legs for a cuddle this morning. He is warm and soft and he periodically looks at me in the self-satisfied way that only a cat has. I don’t want to move. This moment is special and ephemeral. I am filled with such love for this silly, generally poorly behaved cat Joey rescued in the winter- yet somehow he bonded to me. And so my mind begins to wander to the future. I wonder at how much love I will experience in just over 2 months? How much will I love our baby boys? Will I ever want to do anything aside from holding them? Will I sit on my bed on a Thursday morning just watching them sleep because I can’t bear the thought of moving away? It all seems so surreal at times. I have a sense of *really* Joey and I get babies??