Waiting for Burrito

I know what you'll say. You'll say something like "hang on, it's almost over." I know it is. I mean, I really know it is. It must be because I caught myself refolding my lunch burrito over and over practicing the swaddling technique Sarah taught me on Friday. Not until later did I realize what I was doing this afternoon, playing with my food absent-mindedly.
Last night I read in the Book of Mormon about when King Limhi tells his people to rejoice in that the end of their subjection was almost over. Still he adds, "yet I trust there remaineth an effectual struggle to be made." (Mosiah 7:18). Is today's bodily purging the beginning of my last remaining effectual struggle? Will it end with a (well-swaddled) baby in my arms?
This much I know, I couldn't do it without Chup. His insistence of my comfortability allows for me to feel confident. Funny how that works.
Funny how it all works.