Soon She'll Kick You, Too

It's past time for an update on the impending birth of Baby #2 (formerly known as Breech Baby). Big Sister is TERRIBLY impatient for the arrival, and while FunnyWriterMommy appreciates the time to work and clean and (occasionally) rest, she hurts enough to be getting impatient, too.

It's not that I hurt. I'm just so sore. I was thinking that as I was tossing and turning flailing around like an overturned turtle around 3:30 this morning. "Gosh, I'm so sore that I can't wait until the baby is born. It will be so nice to be able to sleep flat on my stomach and whip around to my back or side at whim." I'll welcome all that other pain and soreness this time, just because it won't be in my lower back anymore.

Ellie, on the other hand, is just plain eager. The other day, she laid with her head on my stomach, rubbing absentmindedly with her hand. "When will we get to see Baby Meggie? We would have her by now if Dr. Dood wasn't in the way," she said wistfully. (Never question the mind of a two year old!) She has also been known to walk in to the room and say, "I just want to see her!" Mommy and Daddy do, too, honey. The sweetest two incidences happened this week (Monday and Thursday respectively): I woke Ellie up early so we could go to our doctor's appointment, and Ellie said, "Again?! Will Dr. Dood finally give us Baby Meggie?" Aww. Then yesterday Ellie picked up Megan's adorable little white Sunday dress, and I told her that we would put Megan in that and take her to church. Daddy asked, "Can we take Meggie to church with us?" Ellie jumped up and down and said, "And I'll hold her hand!" Seriously? Adorable.

As for the real update that extends beyond our eagerness (and slight anxiety at times), all systems are go for an early February arrival. Dr. Dood reported that it doesn't appear that we'll need to induce unless we go past Brett Favre's amazing Super Bowl victory on the 3rd. Instead, we just wait with bags packed and Eric & Julie's number on speed dial so that they can take Ellie while we go have a baby. Then, six glorious weeks to spend with my girls and not working . . . aside from dishes, meals, diapers (those things are small!!), naptimes, nursing, cleaning up toys, fending off jealousy with my amazing mothering skills, maintaining our potty training successes . . . but, come mid March I'll have to do all of that WHILE working. So these six weeks will be heaven.

By way of another update, I'm next on the new mother doting list. Congrats to the five down and best wishes to the five still to come. May I join the list before all of you. ;)