When Jill and I went for Luke's final ultrasound eight years ago, the doctor told us his birthday would be that day, based on what little room was left for him and his big melon.
We were prepared, the baby's room was complete...the crib assembled, and we had been impatiently awaiting that moment when we would finally meet him.
Now we are doing the same thing for Mary with one teensy little baby difference.
WERE NOWHERE NEAR READY!
The basement looks more like a Katrina victim than a boys bedroom, the house is a disaster, and we have barely begun to organize baby stuff.
We have two weeks, right?
No sweat?
Not so fast. Mary is about ready for show-time...and if Mondays ultrasound shows no improvement in her current living space...well...
Lets say telling Luke to clean his room will include putting up drywall and painting the bathroom.
Wish us luck!
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