Do I still snuggle her and cry?

Yes. Yes I do.

Every semester, I have a terrible awful horrible no good day each week. Sometimes these days are actually quite palatable, but they'll still earn their terrible awful label by virtue of being so. freaking. long. This semester, it's Monday. I get up at 6, skedaddle out of the house by 6:30, hit the road to work, workworkwork, shoot out of there at 4 PM on the dot to drive to Raleigh, and then have a research team meeting from 6 to 7:30. I'm usually there discussing logistics or doing research stuff til a little after 8, which means after the drive back home... I walk in the door at 9 PM. A mere 14.5 hours after leaving that morning. Dark when I leave, dark when I return.

Evelyn asleep when I leave. Evelyn asleep when I return.

Boo hiss.

Ten more Mondays to go this semester. And I will count down every single one.

It's strange preparing to have another baby. I wonder what it will be like. I don't have the big fear of labor and delivery that I had with Evelyn - I'm actually really looking forward to the experience. I try to tell everyone I meet, I swear I'm like a labor and delivery evangelist these days, but seriously! It's incredible! It's life-changing! It's beautiful and funny and empowering! Okay I'll step off the childbirthing soapbox. As I was saying, I don't have that fear. And I'm a little less anxious in general about all of the processes and things involved in teeny baby time like nursing and jaundice and heel pricks and so on.

This time it's more of an anxiety about - I'll say it - loving both of them. I know, every mom will say that you have enough love for as many kids as you have. But when I still snuggle with Evelyn before bed and sing "I See the Moon" and tell her the story of the day she was born, and tears are rolling down my cheeks and I'm holding her tighter, I wonder how on earth there will be enough love for another one. And I don't want to take one ounce of love away from my Mouse. She is amazing. Even when she walks around the house staring at the ceiling and running into walls like she did after dinner tonight.

So I'm not like overly panicked about this love issue, but it's probably the only thing I really spend time dwelling on with regards to little Baby Dos.

On Thursday I'm finally getting my hair professionally managed so I've decided I'll take a "half baked" belly photo for you eager readers then and I can update you with some behind the scenes ultrasound pictures of little Dos as well. Stay tuned!