Waiting Sucks

Almost a month ago, Sarah went to the doctor (Eden and I went with her, but we didn't really go to the doctor) and he told her there was a good change this baby was coming early. Now we're two days from the due date and I kind of want to punch him (even though the good Dr. Woo is an extremely nice man). I'm absolutely no good at waiting. It sends me into a complete stupor, leaving me nearly incompetent when it comes to doing just about everything. I mostly just wander in a haze around the earth, waiting. Waiting. And as soon as this baby is born, I'll be fine to go about my business completing things as usual. But until then ... I've got nothing.

I'm wondering if this effect that waiting has on me shows up anywhere else. Not to be morbid, but if we're just waiting for the end of time (particularly if you're from the school of thought that we're waiting for something better), how on earth can I get anything done in the here and now? Not that I think about the end all the time. But you know. It's a question I have: How does waiting for the end effect me in the here and now?