Nope, no added special "Halloween treat"

Well, the little pumpkin obviously did not want to be a Halloweenie baby. Which is fine, but since she didn't adhere to her eviction notice in time, all that means is that tomorrow afternoon they are going in and manually extracting her.

Yes. Tomorrow. Afternoon.

HOLEYSHITWEAREHAVINGABABYTOMORROW.

It's been an interesting few days. When the check-out girl at Trader Joe's asks me "when are you due?" and I reply, "One way or another I'm having a baby by Thursday" it just sounds and feels strange. People reply with "Oh, OH!" and then it hits me that wow, come tomorrow at this time I will have a brand new baby girl in my arms. Then I freak out a little.

I spent my last day of only having one kid with Lucas celebrating Halloween. We sat on the couch and watched It's the Great Pumpkin Charlie Brown and went to his school party before going trick or treating with friends this evening. Lucas was Wolverine from the X-Men. It wasn't his first choice costume, honestly I don't think he knows who Wolverine is, but the Optimus Prime costume he finally decided on was wayyy to cheap looking for $30 and they were out of "The Flash" in his size. Plus, this costume had CLAWS and a very cool mask.

I was going to play the pregnancy card and not dress up, but last minute Jason and I came up with what we think was a pretty brilliant costume pair. Our costumes, aptly titled "Tomorrow", is Jason as the c/s Dr just scheduling those babies so that he can make his tee-time at Torrey Pines, while I’m an OB nurse. Pretty much I needed a costume that gave me an excuse to wear my Crocs in public.

More Halloweenie pics can be found here if interested

So yea. The next time you hear from me, I will be a mother of two.

Please send me positive vibes and pray for the important things like a healthy baby, healthy mommy, oh and that the hospital isn't too crowded so that I get a private room.

Eviction Notice

This note is to inform you, Princess Buttercup, that by the end of this week, you are being evicted from your current home. I know you are warm and cozy. I know you are well fed and are loving taking long naps in your watery home, but your time here has come to an end. You NEED to get out and move on with life in the outside world.

See, Mommy just can't carry you around inside anymore. There is no more room. You need to move onward and upward. As your parent, throughout your life I'm going to force you into things that are best for you. While I hope it comes across more as "positive encouragement in a specific direction", lets be honest here, your father and I are going to make you do things that you may not want to do. And since you are flat-out refusing to budge from my womb, if you have until the end of the week to emerge from your own, or you will be cut out. I'm sorry, but it's what is best for both of us.

I didn't really want it to happen this way. I hoped for you to come more on your own schedule (and I am very pleased with you that you didn't come THIS week!), but now the time has come for you to make your debut. Really, YOU can't stay in there forever.

Besides, you have a pretty large group of people around here dying to meet you. Your big brother asks every morning if you are coming today, and there is a whole adorable pink wardrobe waiting to be worn.

So consider this your warning. You have a few more days to emerge on your own terms... but by this time next Sunday, you will be home, wrapped up tight and feeling the love of the people that today are still anxiously awaiting your arrival.

En Fuego San Diego - Well, we don't have to name her Princess Fuega

Still here. Have house and baby is still holding tight inside Mommy. Mixed feelings on this. While I would really really like her to come soon, I could not imagine exposing those brand new itty bitty lungs to this horrific air.. oh, plus we needed to spend $200 on a new infant car seat that NO ONE in San Diego had in stock and we had to order online and it isn't here yet.

Oh the air here. SO nasty I can't tell you. I woke up this morning feeling as if I'm recovering from bronchitis or a weekend in Vegas that included me drinking one too many red bull vodkas and thinking it would be cool to smoke a stogie. YAK.

And while as a county we are thrilled the wind is gone - a little onshore breeze would be really nice to clean out this muck about now.

So now comes the aftermath.

You know that the sate of emergency mentality is over when the news starts with 5 minute montage of clips with voice overs from speeches from the Govenator and the President and cheesy music in the background. The other fun part of "recovery" is (for those who work) going back to work to asshole bosses with pep-talks such as "The best thing we can do for the community is to get back to normal and come back to work!" Yea - those people are out there.. I know someone who works for a place like that.. I'll never forget the president of the company that I was working for on 9/11 and his big speech about not closing the office on the darkest day our country had experienced in generations that went something along the lines of "If we close the office, the terrorists win!"

It makes you wonder if people like this are really heartless, cold jackasses or if they are just totally ignorant.