So, this week I have had the extreme pleasure of being at home with my girls, or, more specifically, with Devrie. About midway through the week I realized that this was my first week with her where we got to spend alone time together. And I also realized it's my last week as well because the new baby will be here next Thursday. So bittersweet. So, we are enjoying lots of Dora and Sesame Street and eating and reading together. She has made no mention of Carmen, her nanny, so it hasn't been nearly the adjustment for her that it has for me. There are times during the day she will come right up to my face and just smile, as if to say, "I am so glad you are here." It makes me want to squish her. She is such a multi-faceted child. One minute you are so frustrated with her busy-ness, the next minute, she is edible, and you really do want to just eat her up.
She has no idea what she is in for next week. I'm sure there will be LOTS of good stories. Hopefully none involving life threatening injuries of the new one by the two year old. I'm assuming just lots of "annoying" helping. 
I am totally looking forward to Braelin's reaction to a new baby sister. Now that she is eight, I think she will be more motherly toward this baby than she was with Devrie.
I am sooooo ready to not be pregnant anymore. I just can't get over my bump...it's really more like a large boulder these days. And of course, you have to get up slow, because you never know what parts of your lower body are going to be affected by actually moving.
I've also decided that Dr. Braxton Hicks is an evil man. AND, I don't think men should ever be responsible for naming, inventing, deciding, or commenting on ANYTHING that only happens to women. There: I've said my peace.
