Life is always a rich and steady time when you are waiting for something to happen or to hatch. ~ E.B. White, Charlotte's Web

I am fat now. My back hurts. I still get sick occasionally. I can't sleep anymore because I am a stomach sleeper and can't get comfortable. Heartburn runs my life. Part of my daily prayer is pleading for no stretch marks.

Pregnancy is wonderful. :)

I can't wait until we determine the sex of this acrobatic gobblin. I like to have a plan. I like to be ready! I want to get furniture and bedding and nursery stuff out of the way. Not to mention all the "must-haves" for once the baby is here. Swing, bouncer, pack-n-play, diaper genie, diapers, clothes, strollers, carseats...

I feel tired. And I'm not looking forward to being broke. I'm also playing with maternity leave in my head. How much time should I take? How much time do I need? How much time can we afford for me to take. I should start a savings account for those weeks before my short term disability kicks in.

I also worry a little about my Trenton. He is excited about having a sibling. He asks frequently about "his baby". He wants "his brother" (even though we don't know what it is yet) to sleep in his room under his bunk bed, lol. He knows the baby comes "after his birthday", but at his age, he fails to comprehend the timeline for having a child. I tried explaining to him that babies need to grow, like plants under the ground for awhile before they come out. He then thought there was a plant in my stomach. ::Sigh:: Anyway, I worry that when the baby gets here, all the attention on little Durb will cause him angst and jealousy. I am actively researching how to best deal with the situation. I plan on keeping him as involved as possible and letting him help with things like setting up the babies room and a million other things, I just hope I can maintain that once people are googling over his little brother/sister. I am talking with my doctor about and have gotten many great idea from all kinds of websites, so I feel better prepared... but I'm a worrier. Hopefully, I fret over nothing.

Next Wednesday is the big day. Sonogram to peek at little Durbs gender revealing no-no parts. Now, all the sudden, Scott doesn't know if he can make it. Which is disappointing. But there's nothing I can do about it, so 'tis life. What a bargaining tool, though!! I know the sex of your baby, Scott, what are you gonna do for ME if I tell you? Muhahahahaha....