36 Hour Countdown

In approximately 36 hours, we’re going to have a new baby!

Noah has been explaining to anyone who will listen that he is also going to the doctor’s this weekend to have his baby sister taken out of his tummy. Also, his baby sister is a boy, whose name is “Noah’s Baby Sister.” At day care pickup this afternoon, 3 other toddlers informed me that they had babies in their belly buttons too.

That was right after Noah admitted to biting Savannah while they were fighting over a book. Noah did say he was sorry, and he and Savannah had a hug.

Between now and 9 am on Saturday, I have my exit interview from work, a last pregnant lunch with the boss, my ex-boss, and a few of my co-workers, Grandma arrives, and Jill goes to see the Regeneration Tour.

And day care is closed tomorrow, so all I’m doing at work is going in for the the above — I expect to leave the house around 11 am and be home by 2. I also expect to do a light dinner at dinner time and another one shortly before bedtime, since I’m not allowed to eat anything at all including water after midnight. Crank. Crab.

Speaking of cranking and crabbing, I have a post up on the Deep South Moms blog about unsolicited medical advice provided by Starbucks employees.

Also, I hate the new Google Suggest feature, where suddenly my screen is filled with the most popular things people have searched for that start with the same letters I’ve just typed. Fortunately, you can turn it off under preferences if you login to use Google. But I think if you search anonymously you’re SOL.