Its 5.10 am. Bill has left for work. (very happy at the thought of getting a week or so off work soon)
I should be back in bed resting and sleeping, with the thought that sometime on Friday we will have our little bubba here. But I can't.
Lots and lots of emotions go through your head when you are pregnant, but the minute you know you ARE going to have the baby, it turns to pain.! I have been pretty lucky over the years. I think I come from good breeding stock, designed to "Live off the land" but you still get worried a bit.
This pregnancy has been different. They all have really, but this one more so.
I am older, my body has twitched a few times. I have a husband who likes to make it look like hes 'doing fine' when all the while hes waiting for a quiet corner to have a crisis in. :) Life has changed alot since I had Liv, for the better and its so much more comforting to feel secure and safe in a marriage. Bill is excited. Liv is just beside herself. Can't count the sleeps fast enough.. its very cute.

So in a few more sleeps (which have lately been anywhere else in the house where I won't distrub Bill and let him get a good nite sleep) (I have actually slept in the bath!) we will be off to the hospital. Bill might need more drugs than me ( I don't plan on using any )
But I know it will all be fine...

Watch this space for news and a picture..

Love and kisses to everyone... Bee good.
And to my baby girl... Please be careful, take loads of pics, but most of all..... enjoy...
I love you so very much


xoxo

This will make you smile!
My sis sent me this.. its so funny and soo do-able!



This one is for everyone who...
a) has kids
b) had kids
c) was a kid
d) knows a kid
e) is going to have kids.
I guess that means all of us!!

DADDY'S GONNA EAT YOUR FINGERS

I was packing for my business trip and my three year old daughter was having a wonderful time playing on the bed. At one point she said, 'Daddy, look at this' , and stuck out two of her fingers.

Trying to keep her entertained, I reached out and stuck her tiny fingers in my mouth and said,
'Daddy's gonna eat your fingers,'
pretending to eat them.

I went back to packing, looked up again and my daughter was standing on the bed staring at her fingers with a devastated look on her face.

I said, 'What's wrong, honey?'

She replied,
'What happened to my booger?'