It's Go Time

I have an idea! Let's have a baby on Monday.

Ok. Sounds great!

The miracle of modern medicine comes again to save me from the horror that is the last few weeks of pregnancy, and I am ever so grateful.

My parents are flying in on Sunday morning. The Hospital will call on Sunday night to tell me what time to show up on Monday morning. And then the party starts.

Of course I am most excited to meet my baby and add her to our family (and show Quinn that I have not just been full of it for 40 weeks.... there actually is a real McKenna.)

But I am also excited to not have heartburn anymore, to have a reason to eat a whole box of Rainbow Chips Deluxe Cookies, to sleep better and in whatever position I like, to be able to go on long walks, to be a better mom again, to not get so irritated, to get a good back adjustment, to nurse my baby and to fit in the bathtub again.

I'm also excited to sit on the rocking chair in the nursery. I view of the mountains is beautiful from there, and I haven't really enjoyed it since around the time Quinn stopped nursing AND we needed to put a blanket up in the window to block the light during naps. I know I won't have as much time for siting and enjoying it this time around, but I am going to try.

As for saying, "Good Bye" to pregnancy, I will not miss very much this time. I was practically in mourning when I was not pregnant with Quinn anymore. As for this time around, I will miss the passion for cleaning, my Zoloft, my lack of leg hair, the excuse to indulge if I want to, and Quinn rubbing lotion on my belly and talking to McKenna.

Three more sleepless nights. Let the count down begin.

I will post updates on the labor and delivery here. Pictures. ASAP. I already packed my camera cord so I can upload and share.