hello due date

Well, here it is- my estimated date of delivery. I was optimistic that I would be holding a little ginger girl by this time, but here I am waddling around the house, wishing that I could choose the time of her arrival. Tonight would be great. Ya hear that ging?

It’s a surreal thing, waiting for the arrival of a child. She has already been with us this whole time, I’ve taken her everywhere that I’ve gone and she’s eaten everything that I’ve eaten- but shortly she will be outside rather than inside. And, much more demanding than she is now.

Garth and I have been using the phrase, “the kids” when referencing our offspring since we learned that we were pregnant with a second child so we are prepared to use the right terminology, but I’m not sure that we are ready to double the amount of kids that we have to look after (is anyone?!). We’ve been lazing about the house, napping, cleaning, chasing Jack, and wondering what it’s going to be like to have a newborn again. Garth has been busy (and successful) teaching Jack how to “show ‘em who’s boss” (a quick couple of elbow blows to the palm followed by a flexing of the muscles and growling) in preparation for being an older brother. I am still trying to pick out a middle name and wonder if that’s what Ginger is waiting for. We are both trying to capture these days in our memory and slow down enough to appreciate them before this next gigantic life change.

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