Reality

Things are really about to change, aren't they? I realized this morning how "easy" Ander is to raise. He woke up. I gave him a sippy of milk (he can and does drink out of a big boy cup, but sippies are so much more spill-proof) and put Lady and the Tramp on the portable DVD player in his room. (This does not constitute a tv in his room. It is totally in our control, easily removed, and he cannot watch MTV or watch movies all day long. Or, at least, that's what I tell myself.) Then, I spent nearly an hour in the tub and getting dressed. I checked on him every 15 minutes. Actually, once, he checked on me. "Hi, mommy. You getting dressed? Why do you have boobies? Baby, come out of mommy's belly?" And then he toddled back to his room. He made a pillow fort and played with a toy phone.

I made us breakfast of waffles and bacon. He ate the same thing I did. He fed himself. It was zero extra effort on my part. Now I'll change his clothes, but he'll put the dirty diaper in the diaper pail and put dirty clothes in the hamper. He'll pick up his toys and then cuddle with me until Beth gets here.

Then, in a few...um, couple...um, don't know how long...weeks, I'll have a baby. And by 8:30 a.m., I'll have worked my bootie off.

Am I ready for this?

Etcetera.