Well, my classroom is cleaned out and ready for Mrs. Diedre Pope to take over. It doesn't feel like a major change quite yet because I've always had summer vacation, but there was a whole lot more sorting, throwing away, and passing on than usual at school. I'm sure I'll taste that bitter sweetness more come fall when I'm not setting up a classroom. But, then again, I'll have not one, but TWO, sweetlings to hold nice and tight.
Right now, I'm enjoying spending extra time at home with my big baby. Jackson's sleeping in an "o'boy bed" (aka "big boy bed"), and his room has been cleaned out. I'm trying to nap when he does, though sometimes I have to choose between an uninterrupted shower or a uninterrupted nap, so it's a toss up! We're constantly reading books and spending as much time outside as possible. He continues to be a musical genius, requesting bows to play violins and "big biolins" (aka cellos), singing songs about rain, about Jesus, and about stars. We learned high notes and low notes last week - he sings it with motions and can play it on the piano. His complete sentences are full blown conversations now. Andrew and I overheard a real conversation he had with Payton this weekend about what they saw outside the window of the car, and consequently plan for him to be some sort of orator - a preacher, a politician, something awesome. Jackson can also be quite the negotiator. He can mention what he wants or wants to do, get you to repeat it back to him as a question, and then agree to whatever you've suggested. He simply says, "Ohhhhhhkaaaaaaayyy" as if it was your idea (and a good one) all along. He doesn't say "ste-ars" or "ce-ars" any more, but I so love to hear his voice singing or talking. He's not into loud noises, "funderstorms," or "fider webs" right now, but we're working through fear and learning to be tough and brave. :) He's loving airplanes and helicopters, cars and racetracks, and, of course, the moon.
Infant toys have been sorted and pulled for new peanut coming soon. We're planning for a girl since we've been told that's 70% likely, but also have a boy name picked out. Payton's room is all set to be shared, minus the actual crib moving, which Andrew is oh so excited about doing. My hospital bag is packed, except for the camera, of course. And, I'm ahead on buying birthday presents.
Most of my major nesting projects have been completed, and I'm feeling pretty good about that. And that's likely a good thing. My midwife acknowledges that while it's possible I make it to 40 weeks, she's thinking I won't. I'm 1 and 1/2 cm dilated, which my midwife is VERY excited about. The major concern with my delivery is that since I have low platelets during pregnancy, it's dangerous for me to bleed for any reason b/c I might not stop (surgery, tearing, etc.). Since baby and my body are preparing for delivery already, she's encouraged that we'll have an even smoother birth than last time.
I'm anxious about the delivery only because there are certain complications that could be more problematic for me, but feel at peace that God is with me and has gone before me.
I am anxious, however, about having TWO babies dependent on me. I know we'll figure it out, and I have a lot of help.
I mean, where am I going to put the groceries when I have Jackson in the front and an infant seat in the back of the cart? I mean, seriously??
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