Reality is hitting her. And quick. I told her last week there was a baby in my belly. That was the first time. Now she laughs at my belly. Tries to give it her su-su's. Sleeps in a toddler bed. And gives me these serious looks. Like I don't know what I'm doing anymore, or something.
Maybe I don't. Yesterday, after much discussion, Earl decided to leave himself on the boards until Saturday. And the doctor advised me that I am dialated to a 1 but you never know. I know she's coming before September 18th. I have this feeling.