In-laws invade Thursday evening and the house is getting ready for their impending arrival. I've turned our spare room into a pregnancy bunker of sorts. The doppler packaging, books, lovenox boxes are all stored there. I didn't realize I accumulated so much . . . stuff. I really hope no one tries to open it. I'm having a hard time putting away the baby pics on the fridge, I guess I'll wait until evening before I put those in the bunker. When they come this laptop is going in the bunker too. I'm not sophisticated enough to know how to delete all my history so I'll be mooching off Jack's laptop should the need arise.
I'm not too anxious about them at the moment. I think I'm distracted as I wait for my agent to get back to me. She e-mailed me Sunday telling me she loved my book but the agency requires two enthusiastic reads so she'll get back to me as soon as her colleague finishes reading it. The waiting is excruciating because this is the agent of my dreams. I've offered them an exclusive for three weeks which expires next Monday. In the meantime another agent has written asking for my manuscript as well. I can't send her anything because I agreed to an exclusive with the first one so now I'm sitting here trying to compose a polite letter saying essentially If agent 1 rejects me and finds my work foolish then I'll send it to you! I guess its a good problem to have, but I'm telling you, I SUCK at waiting!
At least checking your e-mail like an obsessive trying to see if you got a positive response, is a lot cheaper than the pee sticks. So there is that.