Getting Ready for Baby

We are half way there already! Well, Im 19 weeks today, but lets be honest, my body doesn't due 40; so we are half way there. I have started purchasing baby clothes for Ivan, and I am on the hunt for bedding that I like and that I know Steven will like too.

The girls and I went to the store today after school and it's so fun. They love shopping for their little brother so much. We have never done much in the boys section before. Go figure. I think I'm going to let them help me make all the decisions on bedding and things like that, I want them to feel important and to focus on what is going on at home more than on who is missing from home.

While I can't say anything specific, I have received word from the husband. He is alive and well. Alive and well... and thousands of miles from home with a long damn time to go. But anyways... that's not what I was going to post about. Baby Ivan is well under construction and I am spread awfully thin trying to keep this pregnant - space case brain focused on the things that need to get done.

Next month I am going to swap around bedrooms. Than build the crib and get his room ready. Im sure glad babies are dumb and he won't remember missing his daddy when he was born. He is our last baby, I want everything to go smoothly.

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