The moment of truth

We made it to yet another week's end with no baby. My daughter's belly is getting bigger by the day and I fear he's going to be able to walk out, with his own cigar and say, What's up?

She's on her way to yet another weekly appointment to see what's going on. They are going to do a non stress test, check her and an ultrasound. Sounds scary and alarming to me, but I've been hearing that this is a normal routine for overdue moms.

I'm SOOOOO ready for this baby now that I can taste it. Before, I was scared for my daughter, not ready to be a grandma and not prepared for a little baby to be around. Now with this delay, I'm so over it all and just want the darn little thing to come out!

Maybe this was supposed to happen this way with all the trips to the hospital, the late nights, wondering if THESE labor pains are the real thing and the waiting, waiting and waiting. It's made me want this and need this more than anything. Funny, how the universe works to welcome things into your life?

So, if they decide to induce her today, I will be right there saying, go ahead. Make me a grandma- I'm ready.

Sibling Rivalry

Ten ways to annoy my twelve year old son:

1. Let his little sister get away with everything.

2. Let his little sister have his toy that she comes screaming out of his room with.

3. Make a big deal out of every cute thing his little sister does.

4. Give his little sister a dollar just because she asks.

5. Let his little sister get away with everything.

6. Tell him it's just so funny when his little sister says that naughty word.

7. Let his little sister have a bowl of HIS cereal.

8. Let his little sister get away with everything.

9. Believe his little sister when she says he started it.

10. Let his little sister get away with everything.

Labor day with no labor

Alas, another weekend passed and guess what? No baby. So, we spent the weekend doing alot of walking around. By the time this baby is born, I'm going to be 5 lbs lighter and in the best of health. But, I fear this child will be two before he decides to step foot (or should I say head) out into this world. Is this his father's butthead genes taking affect? I will love this little bundle, but I'm afraid I will have to take him aside and tell him that if he even thinks about acting like his dad, I will have to hang him by his toes and torment him with a feather until he promises to be nothing like him.

I'm am proud to say though, that Emily has decided to have her baby. What the heck am I talking about? All during Jessica's pregnancy, my three year old has been saying that she has a baby in her tummy too. She would stick out her belly so proudly and show us. This would cause her father to have an aneurysm and die each time. Just like he does when she does her pole dancing moves and her hooker walk. All that I have to add, she learned from watching the dance moves from Hannah Montana and all the other Disney girls turned singers. I just laugh and say, "Honey, think of all the money she'll make us."

I guess she's decided it's been long enough, so now I'm the proud Nana of three baby dolls.

I think I'll save the congrats cigars for later when we go to the strip club to watch her dance and use the dollar bills from her hooking to tip the dancers.