I'm ready this time

When I was pregnant with Z I was in no hurry to give birth, even at the end when I was so uncomfortable, because I was so afraid of this gigantic life change that was about to happen. I did not try to go into labor with spicy food or pineapple or anything else. I was perfectly happy to just sit uncomfortably on my couch and watch movies with my husband. When my water broke my first thought was, "NO! You have got to be kidding me!"

This time, I'm ready. 27 weeks and I'm ready to receive this child. I mean I'm emotionally ready, not that I want him to be born even a little early. I want him to stay in there until he is good and ready and I would never try to evict him before we hit FULL term. But... once we get to, oh... 39 weeks... you may or may not catch me trying some of those old wive's tales this time around to evict this little man. Even though I know having a second is another huge life change and I'm frankly not excited about slogging through that first month of newborn life, especially with a toddler on hand this time, I'm ready. I can do this. (Please remind me of that when I'm sleep deprived and Z is throwing himself on the floor because I offered him some dinner.)

I guess part of it is now I have Z and I see what it's like to get to know this little person and be their parent. It's awesome. It's scary. It's unexpected and amazing. This morning Z was having a dance party while Joe and I ate breakfast and it was hilarious. Why did he need a dance party at 7 AM? Who knows, but it was great entertainment.

So, who is in there now? Knowing* it's a boy has barely diminished the mystery and curiosity that I felt while pregnant with Z. Who are you, kiddo? What will you look like, be like? Will you love books as voraciously as your brother? Will you want to have 7 AM dance parties? Will you two get along and love each other or fight all the time? Will you wait to crawl, walk, talk, like Z? Or be walking by 9 months like me? Are you going to be another Joe clone? (I would love it, Joe's so dang cute. I'm not biased.) So much to discover about you.

*"Knowing." I'm a little paranoid that we'll be that 1% or whatever who had the mistaken ultrasound. That would really throw me for a loop. It just happened to a woman in my mom group and I might have come on a little strong with my reaction. It was something like, "WHAT!? How?! Didn't they show you the goods?? DID YOU SEE THE GOODS?!" She said, yes, they thought they saw boy bits** but apparently not because her 32ish week ultrasound showed no bits. Well, it showed girl bits. I'd heard of it going the other way, that they thought it was a girl because the bits were hiding, but I thought once they told you it was a boy, you were set.

But, come on guys, let's be real, those ultrasounds are wacky looking. I have no idea what's going on about 50% of the time. The lady said it was boy bits and I was like, "Oh, yeah, I see that" but I had no idea before she said anything. At one point I thought she was looking at his butt and it was really his head/brain! I'm going to be super annoying at our next/last ultrasound. I'm going to be all, "Can you show me those bits again?" and Bebo will be like, "HA! No. I'm folded up like a pretzel in here, no bits for you."

It's cool, I can be flexible.

Not really, I'm not fooling anyone.

** I like calling 'em "bits." Makes me laugh.