Awake alone

I'm up. The house is quiet.
I'm up because I'm going to go get a Brazilian and I'm scared out of my mind. The last time I got a Brazilian, I was pregnant with Maya. That's how traumatized I am.

In the famous words of Angie, a family friend:

Hairy is scary

Yolo. I'm doing it.

I also really want a donut. YOLO!!

Let me just share with you all my fear. I'm afraid Maya will fall to the back burner once this baby arrives. I love her so much. She is, the sweetest, happiest, loving, funniest, *insert every positive adjective here* baby you will know. I get a ton of compliments from so many people about her. She loves other children. Will go up to them, say hi, even if the kid is a monster and won't say hi back. The momma lion in me wants to tell the kid off because that's just rude. But I know my cub must learn to mingle. But she's a sweet girl. I still see her as a baby. It's so hard to let this go. I adore her with all my heart. I love her snuggles, and her kisses. I love her little mind. Her thinking, her vocalizations. I just find her amazing. But will she be as amazing once her sister arrives? To me she will. But to others? I love her even when she's a vampire. I don't want her over shadowed.

Btw no vampire part deux last night. She couldn't hang. She told her papi, papi I'll wait for you to sleep with me.
Haha, sucker. She waited maybe 10 minutes and soon we heard the sweet sounds of snoring