Let the Pains Begin

I know it's been a while since I've written. It's been a hectic few weeks: PapaGus arrived from Dakar and we've been enjoying our time with him after a two month absence, including celebrating his birthday (though Gusi got to blow out the candles). It's been my chance to get things done: buy those last baby items I need, wash the baby clothes, run errands and chase my own tail apparently. But now almost all of that is done, at least all the important parts.

We've celebrated a birthday, seen the first games of the Beijing Olympics and nested as much as possible. I am now ready. Ready. Ready. Ready. Last week I went in to see the obstetrician and found out that I am 1cm dilated and 50% effaced--basically the (slow) process is under way but far from over. I'm 39 weeks pregnant and now even Gusi is a bit bored with the pregnancy. A few days ago he inched up to my tummy and told his little brother "come out and play!" I laughed and couldn't have said it better myself. I want to see what this little one will be like, to hold him, to count his fingers and toes, to smell him. Yes, the pregnancy has gone by faster this time around, but I'm convinced that it was only because I had Gusi to chase after. But now I'm ready. Ready. Ready. Ready. I want all my boys at home, together, soon, before PapaGus has to go back to Dakar. So, let the pains begin so we can get this show on the road.