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Babywatch continues. Ultrasound due date of April 2nd? Passed. Ultrasound due date of April 5th? Passed, too. Official due date of April 9th? Still to come.

Until then, we have the “Have you had your baby yet?” phone calls. We have the “My friends want to know if you’ve had your baby” comments. We have the “Oh, you still haven’t had your baby?” comments. No pressure, right? We didn’t get any of this last time; last time, our daughter came on her ultrasound due date of 4/22, well before her official due date of 5/3. Full term and glorious, even at 6 lbs. 2.4 oz, she was everything we could hope for. Baby Baby will be, too, whenever Baby Baby chooses to arrive. (And now Baby Baby and our girl are even: after being particularly still this morning, Baby Baby made me nervous; we went to the hospital, where the baby, of course, put on a good show – and that happened once last pregnancy, too. They’re competitive already!)

Until then, we’re enjoying the extra time with our daughter (lots of Play-Doh play, these days, and lots of running), and she’s enjoying the extra one-on-one time with her Nene and Papa (they’ve been here more than a week now – thank you!). I’m hoping the extra loving and attention will carry her through the transition of not being the only child in the house.

Pigtails on Trike

I’m sure that, once the baby arrives, we’ll forget that her/his inside stay was longer than we expected it to be. The cloth diapers are washed, the baby clothes are ready, our bags are packed – we’ve done what’s under our control. Now, we just wait for Baby Baby. We’re ready to meet you, baby, whenever you’re ready to meet us.

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She’s a 6:00 – 6:30 girl. On the rare occasion, she’ll sleep past 7:00, but it’s not common. In fact, it’s uncommon.

The past two mornings, she’s woken up (post-6:00 and pre-6:30) and chattered on about various things, including driving to Nene and Poppa’s house. “Do you want to come, Daddy?” she has asked each morning. This summer, the two of us went alone, so it’s a fair question. “Mommy can sit it her seat and you can sit beside me,” she told him. She’s that way, too: things are a certain way, and she likes them to stay that way. When we go to Nene and Poppa’s house, Mommy drives, she thinks – it’s what happened last time. (Besides, she likes her daddy. A lot. A lot a lot. She’d like him to sit by her!)

So, even though we’re not going anywhere for another week and a half, this girl is already jazzed. Santa? Pah. Frosty? OK. Rudolph? She knows we’re going to watch the video sometime.

But just ask her what she’s going to get to try on Christmas. “Gum!” she’ll tell you. That’s our kind of Christmas shopping!

The tree is (partially) decorated, the Advent calendar is up and in use, and we’re reading The Christmas Rose, an Advent calendar of a story. She’s in the season. And for her, it almost always starts between 6:00 and 6:30 in the morning.