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Week 33

Dear Jellybean,

With less than seven weeks left (give or take) in this pregnancy, we are far too excited for words. There are days when I can't nap in the afternoon because I'm too excited thinking about your arrival.

Your father's nesting instincts have kicked in big time. It started last week when the doctor said that you were in the head-down position! Then, I experienced some major back pain (not my usual muscular-type pain) in the middle of the night. A few hours later when the pain subsided, and we were up anyway giving your big brother some formula, I told your dad that I had thought perhaps I was in labour.

"What? Uhhh... I'm not sure I'm ready for you to go into labour yet," he responded, snapping out of his sleepy, 3am haze.

And then, a few days ago, your father was headed to the bathroom, spotted your room on the way there, and forgot all about his need to pee. Instead, he wanted to get your crib setup, move a new dresser into your room, install your car seat, organize your clothes, finish babyproofing the house, re-organize all the supplies on the changing table, and make lists of things we needed. Your father's desire to get everything setup was so strong that he practicaly wanted to go buy diaper rash creme that very night. Never mind that we didn't even have newborn-sized diapers for you yet.

It was truly a whirlwind of excitement and activity! We have been busy crossing things off our list since then, and have been making excellent progress. There are still lots of things to do, and while maybe we don't have everything ready just yet, mentally we're completely there.

We've also been busy formulating a plan for the time we're away from home in the hospital with you - thinking about how we'll break up the shifts of babysitting for Caleb between both sets of our parents, how you'll come to visit us in the hospital, etc. So far we've worked out much of the logistics, which gives us a big sense of relief.

Needless to say, we are so anxious to have your join our family and bring a new mega-load of love into our lives.

Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go pack a bag for the hospital before your dad hounds me about that AGAIN.

With love,
Mama