Here it is, the view from where I stand. For a bit of perspective, those two little lumps are in the “D” Range. So yeah, feeling and apparently looking huge. But JOY! Only two weeks left. Or less. Though technically if it’s not today and it’s before June 4th my husband will no longer talk to me, as he really wanted a baby Taurus in the house (he’s a bit of a bull you see) and if I can’t deliver that, then I shouldn’t bother him with any emergency c-section BS.

The past few days have been a bit Zen. Finally. Everything from the Au Pair to the inability to sleep well seems to be leveling out, and about time I might add. I actually contemplated making up a bag to take to the hospital last night and pulled out the very few things we have. Of course, we still need to do some shopping. Baby 3 can’t very well go into Baby 2’s clothes as baby 2 was born in January and it be a bit too hot now. And Baby 1’s clothes, while of the correct seasonal persuasion, are a bit masculine and, oddly, still a bit absent—they’re off at the Scary Baby’s house, but are, I’m told, all ready to be returned.

And sadly I’ve never been able to make it out west to pick up the delightful free bed so lovingly and kindly offered by a fellow blogger—who also offered to feed me. Boohoohoo. So we don’t even have a place to put the little bundle once she gets here. I personally vote for having Marc stand all night and rock her, but with the harvest coming up and other things on the farm that need to be done, this probably isn’t the best option. Although I would love to see it—a sort of pay-back for the horrible crap he pulled when Piglette came home.

I’ll just add as a side note that that horrible experience will not be repeated, harvest or no.

So here I sit, two weeks from the exorcism, two weeks from beginning yet another adventure in child rearing, two weeks away from finding out if the Muppet and Piglette have enough room in their hearts to let in the baby they’ve both been talking about so much lately. The anxiety of the whole thing is starting to take its toll on me and probably accounts for as much of my inability to sleep as say the multiple bathroom trips and the impossibility of finding a position to sleep in.

But it's almost over!