Sometimes you just need to sit around, and do nothing. You need to sit and listen to the rain fall, and the thunder rumble. The old dogs will curl up with you, and the puppy will pace for a while before finally resigning herself to her fate. Occasionally you'll catch glances from her, while she's curled up on top of an old dog, with this look on her face of "I'm so bored, Mom, I could just die." You'll have to make it up to her later.
You'll sit here and think about your daughter moving around in your tummy. You think about all the work you have to do before she gets here, but not now. It's raining. Maybe you need to go work on her room. Maybe you need to work on your life, so you can stay home with her one day. Maybe you need to drive down the street to that Chinese place, and pick up dinner. Maybe you're soaking up these moments of nothingness before they're gone.