They told me they will start checking me next week. And they tell me I will have the baby around the same time that I had Ada.
So...I am sitting tight.
This means I have, um? 2 1/2 more weeks? Give or take a few days. That is plenty of time to clean and re-clean and re-clean again.
In the mean time, I received an e-mail today telling me that John is the size of a watermelon. All I could picture was a huge summer watermelon, and it made me laugh. He feels like a watermelon as I waddle from here to there (mostly the bathroom every five minutes).
While I wait, I am still doing the daily things--cooking dinner and tripping over toys and answering lots of why's and what's that as Ada is blissfully unaware that our days should be any different. I think at this point in my Ada pregnancy, I was taking it easy. I certainly wasn't cooking dinner every night. But a two year old has to eat. As does a 28 year old husband. And for that matter, I am fairly hungry at the end of everyday.
Yesterday I had a special day with Ada. I have been so focused on cleaning, that I haven't given her much undivided attention lately. So after the library, we shared lunch at Zaxby's, and we had a little "John is on the way," talk. She stared at me so hard as I said, "In a few weeks, I will go the doctor and the doctor will take John out of my tummy." I told her that daddy would go with me to the doctor and she may have to stay with Mrs. Jessica. She listened really hard and repeated words here and there, "daddy?" "Baby John is coming?" I then provided the dramatic ending--when I come home from the doctor, I will bring Baby John with me, and he will live with us. She clapped her hands really hard then, and said, "Yea!!!!" I don't think she got it. Do you agree?
And this afternoon, as the rain came in, we played play-dough at her little table. She made me tater-tots. Then we sat on the couch and looked through her baby book. Her only halfway interested and me a bit choked up at how quickly the time has passed. Wasn't I just waiting on her?