KAT
Nesting Instinct
Six days until these boys claw their way into the world, and I'm destroying our six-month-old triplewide trailer with my bare hands, searching for something that cannot be found—absolute safety. The October morning finds me on my knees in what should be a perfectly adequate nursery, sobbing because three cribs lined against one wall looks exactly like a kennel, like we're preparing to cage our sons before they've even drawn breath.
"The house should be done!" The words tear from my throat raw and primal, hormones turning me into someone I barely recognize. "Why isn't the house finished?"
Dave kneels beside me on the plush carpet he installed when we moved in, blessing-warm hands hovering near my shoulders but not quite touching—he's learned not to touch when the pa
