brugh...

I like making up words. My son looked at me this morning after I said "brugh" and said "wha dat?" which I think means "What's that?" but probably means "You're weird, Mom." Who knows? He's a weird one. He also told the radio "hi" this morning.

Little Girl is still cooking. The Hubby and I are still debating the name even though I thought we'd agreed. We probably won't even know what her name is until she gets here. Oh well. I'm beginning to come out of my funk about her not being here yet or at least I think I am. I just need to realize that God has made pregnancy last around 40 weeks usually to ensure healthy babies. I just want her to be healthy and if that means I was pregnant for the rest of my life, I'd do it. I hope she doesn't see that as an invitation though. She'll be 37 weeks (term) in 10 days, on her daddy's birthday. And I only have 24 days until my c-section. I can do this...I think. I just wish we'd stop playing games with the contractions though.

Life is good. I love my family and my friends. They are all amazing. The Hubby and I are doing great and had a great night last night just talking about things and walking around. Smasher is an absolute joy even if he is a mess at times. I love that little guy so much. He's soooo smart! And Little Girl is - well, she hasn't done anything to make me upset at her yet. Not that I'd love her any less if she did, just sayin'. The big plan for this weekend is work on the house considering that there might actually be people in it when she gets here and I'm kind of a freak about my house being spotless if people are coming over. So, note this: if you ever want to visit, please give me at least an hour's heads up. I know I shouldn't care but I do so oh well.

Well, my friends. A certain little boy is running around smelling very suspicious so I must attend to that.


Have a wonderful day!