If you do not want to hear whinning and complaining, Stop Reading NOW.

We got home on Wednesday after being gone for an emotional, long week away. When I came home all I could think about was how much stuff I needed to do before the baby came and even prayed that God would give us a few days to readjust to life at home. Well, 7 loads of laundry, two clean bathrooms and a few trips to the store later and I am ready. Two more weeks. I should be thrilled that I am so close. I have made it through the last 38 weeks. I should be more optimistic, but all I can think is ug two more weeks. My whole body hurts. Poor Elie is definitely getting the short end of the stick. Today I fell asleep in her closet while she was playing with her dolls (not a good idea for a pregnant woman to fall asleep on the floor) and then 15 minutes later I was snoring away in her bed. (That was one was mostly her fault since she is the one who put me in there.) I am just lucky I have an amazing kid who can entertain herself for 15 minutes at a time and stay out of trouble for those brief intervals that I am unconscious. I am just so anxious to meet this little one. I want to know how much our lives will change and is this baby a boy or a girl? And what were we thinking not finding out the gender?!!? We were totally selfish and didn't even consider Elie. She is the most rock brained, single minded two year old I have ever met. She refuses to even consider the fact that this child could possibly be a boy. "I want it to be a girl, Momma" that is all I hear all day. If she even hears someone using the pronoun "he" she is quick to correct them. I only pray that if this child is a boy, Elie will fall so madly in love with him that she won't even care.