Alice the Camel

There's a nursery rhyme that goes:

Alice the camel has three humps,
Bumpity, bump, bumpity, bump.
Alice the camel has three humps,
Bumpity, bumpity, bump.

Alice the camel has two humps,
Bumpity, bump, bumpity, bump.
Alice the camel has two humps,
Bumpity, bumpity, bump.

Alice the camel has one hump,
Bumpity, bump, bumpity, bump.
Alice the camel has one hump,
Bumpity, bumpity, bump.

Alice the camel has no humps,
Bumpity, bump, bumpity, bump.
Alice the camel has no humps,
Alice is a horse.

There are lots of humps and bumps right now. I'm feeling pretty crummy that Gusi is going through such a hard time. Some days are better than others, but generally speaking, the sleeping is not going so well. And the toilet training is out the door. Very early this morning he woke up screaming for his father, tears streaming down his face. It took a while to calm him down; snuggling in bed in between his grandmother and I seemed to help.

Papi comes at the end of July. These will be long weeks ahead. I just pray that I don't go into labor before he gets here. A friend from Dakar was on her way to the hospital in Vermont as her husband's plane was landing at JFK airport. He made it to the hospital four hours after their child was born. Her mom took care of her older two and she delivered alone. Yikes. I just hope Gusi's brother isn't quite so anxious to get into this world...