Two months to go, and I don't feel any more ready than I did seven months ago.  I am ready to no longer be pregnant, however.  I don't trust those mothers-to-be who seem to glow through the whole experience and gush about how great they feel.  And they just love to feel every kick and motion the baby makes.  Don't get me wrong.  I appreciate the occasional movement letting me know the baby's alright, but Little H insisted on linking her fingers and toes through my rib cage, and this little one likes to make long, slow, sharp sweeping motions across my entire stomach as if he's trying cut himself out with his bony little elbow.

My biggest problem, though, right now is that Little H seems to be having a hard time with the pending change.  She's been really clingy, she wants to be with me all the time, and she says silly things like, "Hold me like a baby, Mommy."  She's been freaking out lately when I leave for work without waking her up to say goodbye.  It's like she thinks I'm leaving her.  She doesn't really like talking about our baby, but she has been asking where her crib is and started wanting bottles.  She's been acting out a lot more and fighting with us for no reason.

It breaks my heart that she feels like she's being replaced.  How can we explain to a two year-old that we are having this baby just as much for her as we are for us?  She is so special that we were convinced we should have another one.  (Not only that, but she needs a little brother to wail on so we can get a break once and a while.)  I'm getting all weepy right now just trying to imagine what might be going through her mind.  But really, what doesn't make me weepy these days?  Anyway, I just wanted to get that out because it's been bothering me so much lately.  Welcome to my pity party.

                                   

P.S. Anyone who knows me must realize that I wouldn't buy my daughter a princess dress because I am so anti-princess anything.  This one is a hand-me-down from my babysitter's daughter, but seriously, how cute is that?