I suppose this is real.

Went to the Dr. today. It had been 6 weeks since I had seen him because my regular appointment should have been the week of Thanksgiving, but he was off work, so I convinced him since I am such an excellent and *experienced* patient, I could wait until after the holiday. Then, with sick kids had to reschedule that one....so I pop in for my visit and they are whipping out the ultra sound machine to make sure the baby is in proper position and they are tossing me a paper "blanket" and telling me to disrobe....and I am completely aghast. What? Don't you people know I'm just here to leave some bodily fluid in a cup, look away when you put me on the scale, and listen to my sweet baby's heartbeat? I have no idea why you're getting so intrusive here. Let's get on with the appointment like we usually do....every month since last May. You know the drill people, get on with it!

For some reason, although I am a person with a somewhat functioning brain, and I have been through this whole 'drop a baby' thing a time or two before, this one is catching me off guard. Is it already that time? The "let's see you again next week" time? Am I about to have my fifth baby? Because I'm like, 22 you know. Ok, maybe 26. Alright fine, not 26 either, but there is no possible way I am a day over 28. And there is no possible way I'm having munchkin #5. I don't even know why the 4 little folk who live here insist upon calling me "mommy." I think I am going to be a Dr. or something super cool like that, when I grow up.

But then I remember, this is my life. Yes, I've got 5 little ones. FIVE. Count em, 1,2,3,4 and bump. I am of legal age, plus a decade, plus a few years, and the probability of me earning my doctorate is somewhat slim. But, I am responsible. And I must prepare for another life for which I will be accountable.

I better start getting ready. I need to nest. I've got work to do. Lots and lots of preparatory work because WE'RE HAVING A BABY!