Now that I have spewed unfiltered thoughts...

I am going to write all about the things that make me happy these days.

My oldest daughter was talking with me the other night, all about how she was going to be my helper when brother is born. I can honestly say I am delighted to see her embracing this new role of The Biggest Sister. She is such an angel! Always talking about how she can't wait to meet brother, and hold him, and play with him. My favorite little moments of hers are when she tells me this "I can't wait to see what Brother's hair looks like!" I have no idea why she is fascinated with the idea of Brother's hair, but she talks about it all the time. I think she thinks babies are all like Rapunzel, with magic hair that you should never cut. It's sweet really. Poor brother though. She may never let us cut his hair. :)

I am watching anxiously as my youngest daughter develops a sense of humor. She loves getting attention, and will do just about anything for it. This is the cause for the anxiety, as I think about how soon our lives are going to change. However, she is a funny little creature, and is finally able to Use Her Words. I thought for so long that she was never going to talk for herself, and now that she does, she just delights me every day. I don't think a single day passes, actually, where she hasn't made me laugh.

My son (how weird it is that I can say this!) is also a source of happiness. No matter how much I despise the aches and pains as he gets bigger and bigger, I love the way he responds already to certain things. My girls laying next to my belly, and off he goes in an excited little flutter to beat up his sisters. It starts young apparently! When he hears his daddy's voice, he just kicks away. In fact, he's already so in tune with his daddy, that he's on the same schedule! Every morning, baby boy and I wake to the alarm that my husbands gets up to. Little man just kicks and kicks, as if he knows that Daddy is off to work, and he just doesn't like it. I'm so eager for him to be here.

I'm terrified too, of course. I would think myself crazy if I wasn't. Three babies!!! I just can't even imagine being able to hold all of them, and snuggle together on the couch.

I think I've reached the limits of being able to string together coherent thoughts. My monsters are in full force, going through all the photo albums containing their baby pictures. I think I'm going to join them and reminisce on the days when they themselves were itty bitty.