Ribs and concert tees

Hello my lovely. I do believe that you have turned around, though I won't know for sure until I get to see you again. Only six more days and counting. Just a quick little note here before I go to bed for the 3rd and final time today. You are killing my ribs...I don't think it's that you are anywhere near them, however, I do still have all those pesky internal organs that I had before you were in there, and I think those are pushing against my rib cage. It hurts baby. It hurts bad. On another note, your daddy went to a concert last night and got you a tee shirt. You won't be able to wear it for a few months, but I think you're going to love it. We love you very much and we can't wait to see you.

TV has become my life

So here's a typical day for me these days....I'll get up when your dad gets up to go to work. I might pop in a movie after he leaves for work. Somewhere in the middle of the movie I fall back asleep. Then I'll wake up between 12:30 and 1:00 pm. Just in time for my stories. Of course there are always one or two commercials that come on during them that just make me tear up a bit. Today, for example, it was a commercial about a little boy practicing hockey. It's just him and a goalie. He's got all these pucks lined up and he's shooting them into the goal. After his last shot he takes his helmet off and says, "Thanks mom." Then the goalie takes her helmet off, smiles, and says, "anytime."
Ah....do you see what you're doing to me!?! You're turning me into a mother. It's the greatest thing in the world, though very odd sometimes. It's so weird how things really do change. Oh well....I wouldn't trade it for anything. I love you squish.

Baby baby baby baby

Hey baby! You are getting so freakin' big I can't believe it. We've taken to calling you squishy. In about 22 days we will know for sure what to call you. Aiden, Isabelle. I can't hardley wait. The suspense is killing me I tell you. There's really not any other "news" that I should share with you. We are slowly getting things ready for your arrival. We both love you SO MUCH! I hope you're still coming to stay with us. Part of me is afraid that you'll realize what you're in for and abort mission. I can't say that I would blame you if you did, but I would be heartbroken to say the least. All that keeps me going is knowing that everything happens for a reason. I'll always love you no matter what. Until next time. :)