The Last Days

2 weeks. 14 days. 336 hours. Till our little family of four becomes a family of 5. This little drama queen has given us a roller coaster pregnancy. I have had more ultrasounds with this one baby than I have had with my others combined, then doubled. NINE ultrasounds. All leading me to conclude that we have a little diva. She has been diagnosed then 'un-diagnosed' with intra-uterine growth restriction four times since 27 weeks. Yesterday she was given a clean bill of growth, or at least maintaining her growth, and I was given the all clear to go until 39 weeks and then the induction will happen. In two weeks. At 6 AM.

There is much to be done. I am crazy when I nest. Like, really crazy. Like, scrub the baseboards, clean the grout, sanitize every surface with my shark steamer, organize every possible closet, container, cupboard kinda crazy. Poor Nash has been banished to the outside, because I can't hack the dog hair, and craigslist has been my ever valiant friend in helping me de-clutter.

The kids summer has revolved around this craziness, with pool time, craft camps, and classes thrown in. Liam is in gymnastics. Zoey in ballet and tap. Liam has a crush on his teacher, Miss Brooke. It is very cute to see him shamelessly flirt with an 18 year old. Zoey is bored in her class and wants to switch back to gymnastics. So much for the $55 I spent on ballet and tap shoes. Both kids are very excited to meet their new baby sister.

obligatory photos of the children

Liam being Liam, and Zoey on vault at her 'parent night'

for gymnastics

My very dear friend Kristine threw me a baby shower last Saturday. A surprise shower. It was so awesome. Everyone pitched in and gave me the last thing I needed. A stroller. Not just any stroller, but THE stroller. The Maclaren techno xlr. I have the best friends a girl could ask for.

These are the last days...