Waking up disappointed

I keep dreaming about my baby girl. Holding her, smelling her, touching her (with fingers that have a sense of touch!). I wake up each morning disappointed that it does not appear that today is the day I get to meet her. Comforting words don't contain much comfort, while I'm tired and sore and have nothing great to show for it. So we stay in a holding pattern. More walking (another 3 hours yesterday - and nothing besides back pain and sore feet, and she's so low, it's a struggle to move quickly or ever get comfortable). Fortunately the weather has been lovely, and appears to be forcast for more of the same. So tomorrow we are scheduled for a NST (non-stress test) and ultrasound to determine how she is doing in there, if there is enough amniotic fluid and if the placenta is still supporting and sustaining her. It'll be nice to see her again - even if black and white and grainy... but will be a poor substitute for the real thing.