It's been a while

My niece has been asking me if this blog will resurface. Which made me think, I should write a little entry prior to the arrival of the werewolf. Yes, number 2 is on her way - yes I am asking to never sleep again. Or at least the next few months.

I'm not scared.
I got this.
It's me against a newborn, and I plan on winning.

I'm 36.5 weeks. I'm doing well. My butt hurts. My sciatica hurts. I'm sitting on the couch with Dracul Maya. She is still a night walker. She likes to hit the hay at 11pm. Despite every effort to give her a bed time (without beating her), she fights it and tends to stay awake. Sometimes, she'll bring all her toys in her bed, and sleep with them. Or rather, she creates a make shift bed, ON THE FLOOR, and passes out. Behold, vampire down:

I expect life is going to be hell. I know it will be hard to deal with two girls, but now that I'm an expert vampire slayer, I am not afraid. 

This past weekend was my baby shower. Here is one of the last images of our family of 3 and of course me pregnant with a big basketball.

It was a pretty nice celebration. My mom did it, and it made me feel so special. Look at Maya not wanting to be in the picture. I love them oh so much. 

Ok peeps, Martin has come up from his downstairs cave and he's going to kill me for A) not packing my hospital bag yet, and b) sitting here watching the Giants game. These damn Giants piss me the eff off. 5-0 against the pirates. So much for another WS ring when I'm on maternity leave. Thanks Giants, for sucking when I have all the time in the world to go see a bunch of darn games with who ever enjoys my company. Don't get me wrong, if you want to take me, I'm down!! Call me, folks.

Oh and btw, thanks Tia Vavelle for the dollar store water guns. This kid just sprayed me in the face. I'm going to go beat her butt.

Bye.