I'm at 13 squares, folks! I never made it that far with Maggie. I guess Biangi's going for the bigger sibling award. I think I'll never make it to my December 19th due date (just a feeling), so it's probably less than four weeks until we get to meet this little bugger. I've packed our hospital bag, warned Maggie's teacher that grandparents could be picking her up or dropping her off, and prepped Maggie for waking up to Baka Sue and Scotty in the house and Mommy and Daddy gone. Biangi's room now has only his or her furniture, a rug, and drapes; all that's left to do is change out the outlets in there (they are kind of, um, exposed at the moment). And then beef up my iron count, which is pretty low (FYI: craving ice cubes is a sign of iron deficiency -- who knew?).
I'm ready. Sort of. I mean, my body is certainly ready to be over this. And my stamina is waning daily. I feel like it better come soon so I have the wherewithall to take care of a newborn and a three-year-old. Feeling like it's time to have a new baby in the house, however, is a different question. Yikes, there will be some changes around here! I guess. Right? Of course.
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