Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.

Today is Monday ..... my 7th day as a guest at Hotel Northside. My stay so far has been long, boring, and torturous. Under these circumstances, though, I suppose boring is actually a good thing, because at least there's no immediate disaster taking place.

Not much has changed since I got here, I am continuing to have painful cervical pressure which worries me. At first they were telling me this was just caused by a bladder infection (which we discovered at 4am on my first night here), but now after being on the antibiotic for several days with no improvement in the pain, they have determined it's apparently not bladder pain afterall. The doctor has ordered that they do not perform cervical checks unless absolutely necessary, simply because I have a previa and repeated checks can kick off a bleeding episode. So they are a little hesitant to investigate too far when I complain of pain. The midwife did check me again Saturday night, and said no change. Dr. McDaniel (who is Dr. Garcia's partner) and Dr. Gomez (who is Dr. Mann's partner) were on call all weekend, and each came to see me several times. They are guessing the pressure and pain I'm feeling is caused by the baby's position -- meaning his head is way down low and he's just pushing right on the cervix. I am nervous that this will cause additional thinning, but we won't have any way of knowing until tomorrow's ultrasound measurement.

In the meantime they are recommending that I lay completely flat for as many hours as I can stand it. This means reclining my bed so it's completely horizontal, putting a stack of pillows under my butt, and laying on my left side. I am unable to do anything in this position ...... the computer and reading are pretty much out so the only distraction I have is the TV, which I can see from that angle thank God. I can usually only stand to be this way for about 2-3 hours at a time, and then I have to sit up for a bit and take a break for the sake of my sanity.

My entire body is aching from lack of movement. I am in bed for about 23.5 hours a day. I take a 10-15 min shower each night before bed, and otherwise I am only allowed up to go to the bathroom. My back hurts, my sides hurt, my neck hurts, my legs hurt ........... everything just aches. And the longer I lay here, the more uncomfortable I get.

I've been on complete bedrest for 5 weeks now and physically it's really starting to show. I'm suffering from muscle atrophy in my legs. I started noticing the beginning signs when I was at home about two weeks ago. Walking up the stairs to my bedroom caused intense burning pain in my thighs and calves; and overall my legs visually look significantly shrunken. Apparently it's obvious to others too, because my very first morning here on the HRP floor the nurse examined my legs and immediately scheduled a physical therapy consult.

The physical therapist showed up Friday morning to teach me some exercises I can do each day in bed. They are pitifully simple things .... like point and flex your toes, raise and lower your leg about 12 inches off the bed, etc. When we first started, she would give me specific instructions on a particular exercise and ask me to do a set of 20 reps on each leg. I was internally rolling my eyes and thinking .... seriously??? Any 100-yr-old grandma could do these, this is silly. Then we'd get to rep #7 or 8 and I was out of breath and my legs were trembling. I found myself incredibly embarrassed, because these simple little movements were really difficult for me. I was laying there listening to her count repetitions out loud, having flashbacks to 6 or 7 months ago when I was in the gym with a personal trainer lifting a ton of weight. And now it's a struggle to lift just the weight of my own leg off the bed.

She explained that the burning pain I felt trying to walk up the steps is likely nerve pain, since over time the non-use of those muscles will mean that the nerve endings no longer fire normally. She said I would be unable to regain the muscle and nerve loss until after the baby is born, but regular repetition of these exercises (twice a day) while on bedrest can help prevent further loss from happening. I found this to be super depressing, as you can imagine. I am forced to lay here day after day, month after month, and watch my health decline and my body shrivel up into a shadow of it's former self. There's not a single thing I can do about it and that just frustrates me to no end. I get even more annoyed when I consider that when the baby finally arrives, I will be expected to suddenly get out of bed and run 500mph and physically function at 110% .... caring for a newborn and two other little ones all day and all night. Yet I won't be able to walk or stand normally. After Jamin was born it literally took about a year before I felt like my body had fully recovered -- before I could do everyday things, like walk to the mailbox or climb the staircase, with ease. So now I find myself, 6 months or so after finally returning to "normal" ....... starting the process all over again.

SHEER FRUSTRATION.

These kind of thoughts have my head spinning most days. Being here has turned into a bit of a mental battle. Luckily I've had a handful of visitors come by to distract me and that's been a huge help. On Friday I had a fluffy visitor show up unexpectedly:

A little spaniel named Rugby, who is part of the hospital's "Happy Tails" program. The doggies come around every Friday and visit bedrest patients. He was super sweet! They put a sheet down over my bed and he just jumped right up and made himself at home in my lap for a few minutes. I enjoyed talking to his owner and getting a few little puppy kisses.

And I finally got to see my kiddos Saturday afternoon, which made me soooo happy! I have missed my family like crazy, it is really hard being so far away from them. Gracie had an upper respiratory infection all week (which James has been forced to handle alone, a first) ... but by Saturday she was finally feeling well again and a visit was in order. Jamin was super wiggly and wanted to explore every nook and cranny of my hospital room, but Gracie just plopped herself right up in my bed and cuddled the whole time she was here. Which is just what I need! Can't get enough kiddie lovin'. Look at this card Gracie made for me .....

She is so sweet I could just eat her with a spoon. Seriously.

I've had visits from a few friends and family members too, which I'm incredibly grateful for! It gets really lonely here and I am such a social person so I hate being by myself this much. I've been so desperate for human interaction that I've caught myself trying to make long conversation with any and everyone who walks in my room .... nurses, food service ladies, housekeepers, lab technicians ..... I'm not picky. Come to think of it, they probably think I'm incredibly annoying because I won't stop talking whenever they come in. I am super grateful to my friends who have visited, sent notes and flowers, made meals for James, babysat the kids, and offered to pray for us. We are so fortunate to have you guys and your generosity really does make days like this a little easier to handle. And can I also just say ......... THANK GOD FOR SARA, our nanny! She has been invaluable, I seriously don't know how we would be surviving the day-to-day without her, she is managing the kids and household and keeping us afloat. God has placed all these people in our lives at just the right time and is providing for all our needs.

I am seeing Dr. Mann tomorrow, for ultrasound #17. My last one was Thursday morning and showed my cervix had lengthened quite a bit since my hospital admission. Dr. Garcia came by this morning for rounds and told me that Dr. Mann might consider discharging me tomorrow if my cervical measurement is excellent and we have no other surprises going on. I am trying not to get my hopes up, but honestly I am just DESPERATE to go home! So I am praying that by some miracle my ultrasound will be all roses and she'll agree to let me outta here.

I will update when I know more .... should be early tomorrow morning (hopefully) when I'm taken downstairs for the ultrasound. Pray for us!

Never a Dull Moment: 14.5 weeks

Oh how I have longed to be one those lucky lucky women who seem to sail right through pregnancy; whose bodies just naturally know what to do ... whose biggest worries consist of what color to paint the nursery and what style of shoes best accommodate their swollen feet.

Alas, I will never be one of those women.

I used to feel a little bitter about it, but really, that's just ugly. Over the last few years I've learned to let go of the envy and instead embrace the struggle. God gets to show off in a major way every time I am pregnant, and that's pretty cool, right?

But being in the midst of the battle means there's never a dull moment at the Wren house. Such has been the case over the last few weeks. Around 12 weeks I began feeling abdominal cramping, which at that time felt like a dull ache similar to menstrual-type cramps. Upon seeing that I had a higher white count in my urine, Dr. Garcia assumed I must have a bladder infection, and started me on an antibiotic. Two days later we got the test results back showing there was no bladder infection afterall. Nurse Debbie called to share the "good news", and I immediately began to cry. Indeed this was not good news to me ... it meant that the cramps must actually be contractions.

Since that time they have strengthened a bit, in frequency and severity. They are now more distinguishable as contractions, coming and going, worsening at different times of the day and under different circumstances. In addition I'm now feeling pain and pressure in my cervix whenever I stand or walk for more than a few minutes. Today I saw Dr. Garcia and he insisted on an ultrasound to measure the cervix, even though I am seeing Dr. Mann tomorrow and she will be doing the same measurement. I love that he takes no chances, waiting 24hrs was just not even an option for him. He is a better-safe-than-sorry kind of guy, and that is just one of the many reasons why I adore him so.

The ultrasound showed my cervix to be 4cm long, which is great news! Dr. Garcia ordered me to start the 17P injections today rather than wait until week 16 as we originally planned. The 17-Hydroxy-Progesterone is the weekly intra-muscular injection that is thought to reduce the risk of pre-term labor. Aetna Pharmacy had already shipped the vials and needles to me about a month ago, but had not yet finalized arrangements for a home nurse to administer these to me each week. So when I came home from Northside, I retrieved my medication and began searching for someone qualified to inject it for me. My first stop was to the sweet servants at the local fire station, who helped me repeatedly while I was pregnant with Jamin and having blood pressure problems. They were eager to help today but explained that their regulations forbid them from administering an injection unless I became a "patient" which meant I would have to go to the ER! No thanks :) I almost got up the nerve to inject myself in the leg muscle (pure desperation!) when I remembered two sweet friends with some medical training. Gotta love generous friends who don't mind getting their hands dirty to do you a favor!

So I was able to get my first shot this afternoon, and beginning next week Aetna will be sending a nurse to my home each week to do these for me. The "standard" protocol requires 17P to continue weekly until 34 weeks gestation (though the thought of "standard" is almost laughable to me!) ... but if this is the case I will have about 20 more of these shots left. This got me thinking about my Lovenox shots, and for the sake of entertainment I decided to count those too. Now I'm wishing I hadn't counted! So far I've had 67 Lovenox injections (tonight will make 68), and if my math is right I have about 196 more to go. I haven't shared the bad news with my tummy yet (it won't be too happy).

In happier news, we are insanely anxious to finally learn the gender of the baby! I've had three ultrasounds in the last three weeks (one today in fact), each time hoping to learn whether we'd be on Team Pink or Team Blue this go-round. Alas, each time the technician could only manage to tell me: Team Yellow. Ugh! I hate hate hate hate hate not knowing! And yes I do realize I am an impatient brat and yes I know that most women have to wait until 20 weeks to find out. I have no earthly idea how these women control themselves that long because I would literally pull my hair out if I was forced to wait until then! So kudos to you ladies! You have much more self-control than I do!

Hopefully our waiting game will end tomorrow, when I see Dr. Mann. She assured me at my visit 3wks ago that we would definitely be able to tell the gender this time ... so unless the baby is curled into a teeny tiny ball with a metal plate covering the pertinent parts, I think our membership on Team Yellow will finally come to a close. James, Gracie, and I are all hoping for Team Pink this time, though James says he has a "feeling" it's a boy. Gracie has her heart completely set on a sister, who she plans to name Moe. She has very firmly made up her mind and I'm pretty sure she's not changing it. I tried to talk to her about the possibility of another brother, to which she declared that we will just dress him in pink and call him Moe anyways. So this could present a slight problem. And I am cheering for a girl, just because the last two have both been boys and it would be fun to have some pink in the house again. But of course I know that my plans are not God's plans (only took me 31 years to figure that one out!), so I will take whatever He gives me :)

Stay tuned for the big announcement tomorrow!

Countdown: T minus 18 hours

THURSDAY MORNING UPDATE:

I can't start without first thanking each of you from the bottom of my heart, for your continued prayers and encuraging words. God is doing miracles already today and there is no doubt in my mind that He is hearing each of those prayers. Please keep 'em coming!!!!

I got about 6 hours of sleep last night. That was miracle #1!! Gracie slept like a total log all night long ........... miracle #2. Mom drove me to Northside this morning while Laura stayed at the house with Gracie. We ran into some traffic but made it there in about an hour: miracle #3!

I had my 18th (and hopefully final) ultrasound, and Jamin looks fantastic: miracle #4. They estimate he weighs about 5 lbs 14oz. Then Dr. Mann came in to do the amnio, at which point I was so terrified I was trying not to shake. It went well and we survived: MIRACLE #5!!!! It hurt pretty badly, but only lasted for like 30 seconds. I kept my eyes closed, focused on holding very still, and just prayed through the whole thing. So I didn't see anything scary, but my mom reported it was not a pleasant site to observe. I was then hooked up to the NST monitor for about 20 minutes after the amnio, just to make sure the baby was doing okay after the procedure, and all looked well.

On the way home I called Laura to check on Gracie. She reported that Gracie woke up in a fantastic mood and seemed to be feeling really good, she ate a banana and some water for breakfast: MIRACLE #6!!! What a giagantic relief!

I then got a call from James telling me that WWIII was avoided and our family drama appears to have reached some peaceful resolution: MIRACLE #7!!!!

So much has turned around in the last 12 hours .... oh the Lord is at work!!

I've been resting and trying to stay off my feet as much as possible since I returned home. Laura went back to work and mom has gone home, so it's just me and Gracie for now. She is perky and energetic like her "normal" self, and has had a piece of bread and more water and a lollypop in the last hour.

Please continue to pray for us. We are expecting to get a call with amnio results sometime between maybe 4:30ish and 6:30ish tonight. At that point we will get Gracie handed over to her Grammie, and James and I will head back to the hospital for admission.

Please pray for: mature lungs, minimal confusion receiving amnio results and coordinating admission, and decent sleep for James and I tonight. Also please pray for traveling mercies for my sister, who will likely end up on a red-eye flight tonight from Colorado back to GA.

God is in control of all of these details and so much more! We are so incredibly grateful for your prayers!

I will update more tonight as things change ...........

Limping to the Finish Line

Or really, it would be more accurate to say:

DESPERATELY CLAWING OUR WAY TO THE FINISH LINE.

We now have just two days left until Jamin's arrival, and let me tell you, we are being pummeled from every angle. Please forgive me if this post comes across as super whiny. I'm trying not to whine, truly I am. But I am so overwhelmed, seriously I just need to vent for a moment.

My contractions are growing ever more frequent and painful with each passing hour, every time I think they can't possibly get any worse .... they do. I am contracting about every 6-10 minutes, even though I'm now on the maximum dosage of terbutaline. I also have significant pain way low in my cervix, which does not go away despite hours of laying in bed. I'm guessing that I have to be continuing to dilate. If Jamin is not halfway outta me by the time I arrive at the hospital Thursday night I will be shocked.

Being on the max dosage of terbutaline has me geeked outta my mind. Man, that stuff is nasty. I was on it for nearly 5 weeks with Gracie, and now 12 weeks on/off with Jamin ...... but seriously I am still shocked sometimes at how awful it can make you feel. I am constantly trembling, heart racing, and sometimes have difficulty catching my breath. It's also doing a number on my already problematic blood pressure. Needless to say, sleep is pretty much out the window at this point.

I am still checking Gracie's little head twice a day for nasty bugs. So far we seem to be in the clear, THANK YOU LORD. But Doctor Kaufman says we're not quite out of the woods until Friday. So I'm optimistic, but afraid to declare victory too soon on that one.

My babysitter, Brandi, has landed herself in the hospital now .... complications with her blood pressure and potassium levels. Please pray for her and baby Savannah! Her absence is sorely missed, as I haven't had any help here at the house all week and I am pretty much totally unable to do anything by myself right now.

"THE" family issue that I've been praying about is not resolved, in fact it's only grown a million times worse. I was up at 4:00am this morning having a panic attack over this whole mess. I am trying not to break under the stress, but I'm close.

And last but not least .......... the coup de grâce ............ Gracie woke up at 7am this morning vomiting. James took her to the doctor, where it was determined that she has an unidentified stomach virus. We have no idea at this point how long she will be sick or when she will be passed the contagious point. She has not developed a fever yet, which is the yardstick by which the doctors generally determine the contagious period. We were instructed that if she has no fever and no vomiting by tomorrow, she is fine to come to the hospital to meet her brother on Friday.
But if she has any fever or any vomiting tomorrow, then she has to stay away. I haven't even had the heart to tell her yet .......... she will be DEVASTATED. As I am. All we can do at this point is wait and see.

In the meantime, James and I are washing our hands so feverishly that the skin is ready to fall off. We are praying that she recovers quickly, and that neither of us contract it. We are feeding her small sips of pedialyte, which seems to be our only option as she was throwing up water earlier today. If/when she keeps down the pedialyte for 8 solid hours, then we can try some bread or applesauce.

I am desperately begging for your prayers!!! We are so overwhelmed and my brain can hardly function at this point. I truly want to just break down and cry for a bit, but I don't even have the energy to do that.

Please pray for:
1. Gracie: no fever, hold down foods, recovery by tomorrow, no head lice.
2. James and I: no stomach virus, a few hours of sleep, maintain sanity.
3. Jamin: mature lungs by tomorrow!
4. Pregnancy complications: amnio tomorrow morning with no problems, normal blood pressure, contractions and cervical pain under control, NO SPONTANEOUS LABOR.
5. Gigantic family thing: resolution before WWIII breaks out.

Okay, that's all my brain can handle for now.

Happy Valentines Day!!

So it turns out that spending every moment of every day stuck in bed makes it pretty much to impossible to do any meaningful shopping for your Valentine. Sorry honey. This is the best I'm able to do under the circumstances.

TOP 5 REASONS I LOVE BEING JAMES' VALENTINE:

1. James always makes me laugh. Always. He has this knack for taking extremely scary or stressful moments and making an inappropriatly hilarious comment to break up the tension. For instance, if we're at the doctor's office waiting nervously for test results, he will complain that there's never anything to read at the OB other than "Modern Vagina" Magazine, or he'll start analyzing the breastfeeding poster. It's like his goal in life is to make me smile.

2. I never EVER worry that he will trade me in for a younger, hotter wife. Because somehow he still thinks I'm young and hot, and he tells me so all the time. I have no idea how he believes this to be true, but I'm just glad that's the way it is. He even thinks fat and pregnant is still sexy. Go figure.

3. He is insanely loyal and protective of his 4 girls. God help you if you try to mess with his wife, his daughter, his mama, or his baby sister. A ferocious torrent of carnage and destruction will be released upon you.

4. James is an awesome dad. He has learned the difference between Littlest Pet Shop and Puppy in My Pocket. He fully grasps the importance of owning a ballgown and tiara to match every princess, and he will gladly stand in line for over an hour to meet Ariel. He isn't afraid to be the only man in attendance at the Glass Slipper Ball. He lives to make us happy.

5. Through all the trials and obstacles we've faced in recent years, especially during the times when I am overcome with worry and fear, he always tells me, "We'll be alright". And 99% of the time, I think he actually believes it.

Honey, you are a fantastic husband and father and I love you dearly. I pray that Jamin inherits your soft heart and your strong mind. And your sense of humor. And your lips. And maybe not your legs ... ya know, for the boy's sake. But all the rest. I pray that one day he will grow up to love his mother as much as you love yours, and to love and care for his own wife the way that you do me. Of course, I will have to take her down and arm wrestle her for his affection .... but we have several years before we have to worry about that. Happy Valentine's Day!!

Gracie wanted to write a "Valen-time" too. I typed out exactly what she told me:

Dear Daddy,

Happy Valentime's Day. I love you. Will you be my valentime? When I grow up I want to marry you. We will live in a tall building in Big City. We will read magazines and play on the computer and eat macaroni for dinner every night.

Love, Gracie.

Adjusting

Today was my first full day back home. I am so thrilled to be back with my family again! James has spent the day waiting on me hand and foot, delivering all my meals and medicines to me in bed. He has bathed, fed, and entertained Gracie, done two loads of laundry, and I even heard the vacuum cleaner turn on this morning ... though I haven't made it downstairs to investigate yet.

I have spent the day laying. And thinking. And laying. And thinking. It's taken me a while to really wrap my brain around this whole situation. I am praying that we're in this for the long haul ... (10 weeks or longer would be ideal!) ... but at the same time find myself overwhelmed every time I think of all that will be required to keep our household in tact during that time.

Earlier this evening James took Gracie to the Glass Slipper Ball. I had purchased these tickets many weeks ago and was so excited. I had intended it to be one last special Mommy/Daughter adventure for Gracie and I to share before her new sibling arrived ... something girly for just the two of us that we would look back on years later and cherish the memory. But once again, God's plan has trumped mine, and James gets to be the only guest with a Y chromosome attending the Glass Slipper Ball.

So tonight as I dressed Gracie in her fancy Cinderella ballgown, curled her hair, and listened to her fantasize about scoring a dance with Prince Charming, the sadness flooded me. I kept up my happy face and excited demeanor for Gracie's benefit, since she was just so thrilled to be going, but inside I was crushed to be missing such an important Mommy moment. As they left I snapped a picture of the two of them all dressed up, passed out kisses and sent them on their way. Then I collapsed in a heap of tears before they were even out of the driveway. If there's anything I'm good at, it's wallowing in self-pity. I sat here for a few minutes feeling sorry for myself and wondering how many more moments I would miss over the coming weeks.

A few minutes into my pity-party, I got a phone call from my dear friend Katie, saying she was coming by to drop off a little something. Five minutes later she was on my doorstep with a basket of goodies and a surprise gift to entertain Gracie. Her thoughtfulness totally turned my night around and forced my brain to focus on bigger things -- like how fully the Lord is blessing our family during a difficult time. We have truly been overwhelmed by many sweet offers of help from friends and family since we returned. I am so humbled and so grateful for everyone's willingness to lend a hand. In all honesty it is quite difficult for me to let go of my control-freakish ways and accept favors from others. But God is teaching me that I have to ditch my pride and humble myself in order to allow His plan to take shape.

So I've abruptly ended my pathetic moaning, and now I'm thinking about how Jesus spent much of His life on earth teaching us repeated lessons about how to love and serve one another ... how to take care of our neighbors and wash eachother's feet. Before this week I thought that I fully understood it all but obviously I didn't. Now I'm starting to get it. I'm experiencing it firsthand. And I'm overwhelmed to say the least.

There are times in life when a fresh dose of perspective is in order. Mine was just delivered to my door in a gift basket. Right now the Lord is providing all that we need. And there will be another Glass Slipper Ball next year.

ps ... Thank you Katie for your perfect timing! :)

Bedrest sucks....

... And bedrest with a sick preschooler sucks even more! :)

Last night I was tucking Gracie into bed and noticed she felt hot to touch. She had been complaining all day that her cheek hurt, but I just assumed she must have grinded her teeth that night while sleeping and was being a typical drama-queen. So I didn't think anything of it until bedtime when I noticed she felt like fire! I took her temp and it was 103.3. Yikes. Needless to say, she was up all night and I'm functioning on about 2 hours of sleep.

So, this afternoon we ventured to see Dr. Kaufman. Gracie cried the whole way there despite my frequent promises that we would NOT be getting any shots. Guess she didn't believe me. She continued to scream her head off once we left the turtles in the waiting room and walked back to the exam room.

The whole trip was quite a challenge and frankly I'm exhausted. So much for bed"rest".

Praise the Lord it was just an ear infection (only her second one ever!), so we stopped by the pharmacy, and after much pleading and negotiating she has taken her first dose of antibiotic. She is now happily curled up on the couch watching Tom & Jerry, and I'm finally laying down upstairs wondering how realistic it is to have actual Bedrest when you've got a 4 1/2 year old who is home all but 9 hours a week!

This is gonna be a looooong 16 weeks!

Big Sister

Up until now we have been very hesitant to share the baby news with Gracie. Primarily out of fear that something awful will go wrong and then we'll have to explain that to her. Not too long ago she named one of her stuffed animals "Cemetary", at which point I nearly lost it. No 4-year old should have to know so much about death. It bothers me immensely, but looking back on everything I know we handled it the best way we could under the circumstances. But hoping to spare her from any more tragedies, James and I have agreed to keep the pregnancy from her as long as possible.

Well today we ventured to the pumpkin patch with our friends, Sherry and Andy, and their two little ones. Their daughter, Malina, is best pals with Gracie ... they go to school and dance class together.

Poor Sherry is just two weeks shy of delivering her third bundle and looks like she wants to POP! I remain so impressed with her total mobility and her normal good spirits ... I can only pray I will be in such good shape when I'm nearing my own due date! As we arrived and began chatting, Sherry pulled me aside (out of earshot of Malina and Gracie), and tells me that she had been discussing my pregnancy with Malina. She had told Malina that yes Ms. Kristi has a baby in her tummy but you can't tell Gracie because she doesn't know yet. Malina responded that yes Gracie does know already .... earlier in the week Gracie told Malina "my mommy has a baby but don't tell anyone because it's a secret!".

I was stunned! I knew she was a perceptive little thing, but never in a million years thought she would figure it out on her own. Any time we have discussed the pregnancy in her presence we always spelled key words, like B-A-B-Y. Surely she's no spelling genius at age 4, but somehow she managed to figure it out nonethless. Adding to my amusement is her keen awareness that her mommy's pregnancy must be a secret because no one has announced it to her yet!

Once he learned that the cat is already out of the bag, James immediately wanted to tell her all about it. I was still hesitant, but relented. As we tucked her into bed tonight, James asked her "do you know what's inside Mommy's tummy?". Gracie's eyes widened significantly and a little smile curled the edge of her lips in anticipation. She said, "Noooo?". Then he told her, "there's a baby in there!". She immediately began SCREAMING and shouting and running in circles around her room. I had no idea a preschooler could get so excited about a sibling. I wish so badly that James had warned me he was about to spill the beans, so I could have videotaped it. Her reaction was truly priceless. After jumping and squeeling in excitement she immediately began pulling open all her dresser drawers and hurredly shouting instructions that we must go to Target and buy some diapers and baby pajamas. She then begged me to use the phone so she could call everyone and share the great news. We allowed her to call all her grandparents and both sets of Aunts. Each time she was screaming so loudly into the phone that no one could understand a word she said.

So tonight I go to bed with sticky fingers (from the pumpkin-carving of course), and a warm heart knowing that my little girl is going to make a fantastic sister.