One of the worst things about baby number 2 is you know what to expect.  And that makes waiting all the more painful.  The first time around, you have no idea what is going to happen, how fat you are going to get........I kinda wish for that.

Yesterday we reorganized our room to make space for a bookshelf for Nick; he needed a place to put all of his school books and things.  But we figured just make it so there would be space for the rocking chair and bassinet as well.  The problem is, now that there is the space for it, I want to set it all up.  I wish I could call it "nesting", but it's a little too far out for that.  So I'm going to call it getting ancy.  Good thing is though, we already have everything we need, minus newborn diapers.  And it's nice that everything Tristan used, this baby can use so it doesn't just sit in the closet collecting dust.

Still, every time I look ahead and realize, man, I still have 12 weeks to go, I have to remind myself I have twice that many behind me.  Which isn't too much consolation when you have to ask your husband to help you put on your socks.......but it's like looking forward to vacation.  You think about what it's going to be like walking down the isle of a plane to find your seat, smelling that plane cabin smell and getting ready for take off.  And you look forward to it, and can't believe it's already happening once your buckled up and ready to go.  That's what this feels like to me, and I know once it's here, I'm going to wonder where all the time went, and be so excited when I'm laying in the recovery room no longer pregnant!