Feeling Loved

Thank you all for your good wishes (and advice!).  I'm definitely feeling the love over here at Chez Gwinne.

It's really amazing how large my support system seems to be, given how completely introverted I am.  And I'm not just talking about you, whom I know mostly through the computer.  Several of LG's friends' parents have volunteered to take her, not only for baby emergencies but as regular drivers to various extracurricular activities.  Neighbors have said they'd be happy to help out in that unspecified way that neighbors do, and perhaps if it snows enough to warrant shoveling in the next few weeks, I'll take them up on it.  And A. and M., who are my dearest friends here, just might get into a fist fight about who gets to see Tiny Boy surgically excised from my uterus (yes, that's an overstatement, but I really don't know how to choose!).

I'm still not sure how I'm going to spend my day:  the pajamas and movies on the laptop sounds quite appealing, but I should also do stupid stuff like buy a nursing bra that might actually fit (I've been squishing myself into a 34C during pregnancy but anticipate cup size going up, which is, you know, astonishing given that I'm usually a 32B, but that's enough about my breasts).  There's also a campus event I feel guilty for not attending, and I might, depending on how I'm feeling later this afternoon.  But the fact that I can't get into my school email--well, let's just say that seems like a sign from the universe that I don't have a job today other than gestating.  Tonight, LG is going to paint my toenails so they're pretty (ahem), and we'll probably play a game of Life and cozy up in my bed with the cats.  She is super excited about her brother's impending arrival, and is bursting at the seams to tell someone his NAME.

I'm starting to get my head around the idea that in not much more than 24 hours I won't be pregnant any more.  The idea that I will be a mother of TWO and there could be a baby using all this baby stuff?  Well, not quite there yet.  Just hoping I get to help bump up Dr. G's DE live birth rate stats at this point... transfer was exactly 34 weeks ago.  How weird is that?