What's in a Name?

When Maddie and Isaac were young, I never referred to myself (or let anyone else refer to me) as 'Mommy'. I was 'Momma' or 'Mom'.

Even when Maddie went through that phase when she was 2-3 of calling us by our first names, I much preferred 'Jess' to 'Mommy'. Boy did it drive her daddy crazy when she called him David.

There are obviously many, many differences between my babies then and my baby now.

But one thing now is for sure: I am Bailey's mommy.

The Night I Ripped His Heart Out

Do you ever (on those rare occasions that the remote is in YOUR hand) put on a show that you KNOW your husband is going to object to?

I do. Just to test how long it takes for him to pitch a fit.

But he didn't the other night when I turned on Steal Magnolias during the Christmas party scene, just as Shelby is announcing her pregnancy. David had never seen it, and decided to play along.

He had missed all the character building, so I had to explain the friendships and the close mother-daughter relationship Shelby and Malin have.

He watched.

I, of course, was fighting tears from the get-go. But I didn't warn him.

I didn't prepare him...

So as the family is gathered in the hospital around the life-less Shelby, in a child-like voice David asks "what's he signing?".

(I didn't answer)

Then in that same, innocent voice "they're going to let her... die?"

But then he turned back in to a man "stupid movie".

A Bit of a Vent

What would reunite Just Jess with the blogging world?

Details from our fun spring break?

Sharing the magical moments of Bailey's birth? (oh SO magical)

Nope.

We're going to play "Let's Pretend".

Let's pretend Just Jess had a good week, and that it was quiet and uneventful, and that everything went as planned.

Nothing was broken. No one flaked. No decisions to be made.

The weird thing about this week is: it wasn't completely disastrous. There were some highs. But there was just enough *bleh* that the only food I can get down is chocolate, and I'm pretty sure that my eyebrows are in a permanent scowl.

Let's check in again tomorrow. I'm going eat a bunch of comfort food and shop away the blues.

Keep your fingers crossed that it works.

Today?

If this baby is truly one of us, she'll arrive today.

On my side of the family, we are SO co-dependent that we are born on each other's birthdays and anniversaries - a couple of dates are even tripled up.

Even the in-laws who marry in follow suit: David and my aunt Jewels share a birthdate of December 12; Alonso shares March 5 with my dad and Grandma F.; Melissa's birthday, Abby's birthday and my anniversary all fall on April 14; and potential in-law, Heidi, shares November 29 with me - which is also my aunt and uncle's anniversary.

Just to name a few.

As today would have been Grampa's birthday, it's a very appropriate day for the baby to arrive.

But - let's face it, this is me: for me to give birth today, I would have had to gone in to labor yesterday.

More Than 9 Months

Why is the human gestation period 40 weeks?

Because it takes that long to convince yourself that you have to give up this:

for this:

Oh, Christmas Tree

Dear Friend,

Today I will be disecting you and cramming you in to multiple plastic tubs. I hope that you can find comfort in my frigid basement.

It is not appropriate, nor socially acceptable for us to continue on with our relationship at this time.

You have brought me much warmth and happiness, and your departure will leave not only a hole in my living room, but also a hole in my heart.

When we are reunited next November, a rugrat will tug on your branches. I will try to teach her her to be gentle and to love you as I have loved you.

Thank you for spending these last two months in our home. You have been a good friend.

Sincerely,

Just Jess

Checking In

(but not into a hospital, yet)

If you're keeping track...

I'm still pregnant.

But SO ready to get this show on the road.