
Well, I'm still here at 39 weeks. Robbie was born by this time in my last pregnancy, so I guess we'll see how long I go this time. I'm really praying she doesn't come until next Monday though. I'm not sure if I can handle being a mother of two.

Here's a situation we had this week:
(background: We've decided to name our little girl Lydia.)
Robbie was in a silly mood, and I leaned down to tickle him. He starts laughing and yells, "Get her, Lydia, get her!" She must have heard because she actually kicked me...right at that moment! I start laughing and tell Robbie that she did. His response: "Nice one, Lydia!"

They are already ganging up on me...and I'm already losing control. I don't know how I feel about this. Maybe I should have thought this through sooner. Ha ha...

Actually, I know Robbie is going to be the best big brother. He has already been so sweet to me throughout my entire pregnancy like helping me get things and understanding when I can't pick him up. He tells me how he wants to see "his girl" so bad and all the things he's going to teach her--which, by the way, have been all good things until this last situation ;-)
