"Sometimes, being a big brother is better than being a superhero."
A normal conversation with Jimmy goes something like this...
Me, pulling up my shirt: "What's in there, Jimmy?"
Jimmy, in the cutest inflections imaginable: "Baaaaaaaaaaay-by!"
Followed by kisses and pokes and "Hi Baby!"'s, after which he gently and carefully pulls my shirt down and gently pats my tummy, "Baby go ni-nigh." He whispers.
Our little one is due in February, so that makes me about 12 weeks. I have only had about 6 or 7 days spread out over 2 weeks where I felt poorly. With the exception of a tendency towards exhaustion, extreme hunger and crazy cravings for chocolate I have felt unbelievably good. I love being pregnant! I popped out basically as the pregnancy test turned positive. Helloooo, Baby! And second pregnancies go by so much faster! I seriously can not believe I am already 12 weeks.
We think it's a girl this time. Obviously we could be wrong, but it's hard to not refer to "her" as Baby Girl, and we seem to only discuss girl names (which have so far proven to be futile discussions, she may end up having to be called Thing Two).