First Stop: Labor please.

Caleb pressed his cheek to my tight, expansive belly last night and called in a loud voice—"Baby come out!" I was suddenly transported to Lazarus' tomb and half expected my water to break. No such luck.

Here I go again!

38 weeks pregnant today, with baby number two—a daughter!—and I can't believe I am about to do this all over again. Caleb and I cuddled on the couch this morning and read stories before the daily grind began, and I couldn't help stealing peeks at him from out of the corner of my eye to see if I could actually catch him in the act of growing. Wasn't it just a minute ago that I was pregnant with him?

He made us a trio, and now his baby sister will bring the count to four . . .
Hence the name of this blog.

I can't quite pin my finger on it, but my need to write (and thus blog) seems to take over on the brink of life changes. Perhaps it's my own comfortable way of "controlling" the uncontrollable . . . or a need to place the random events and activities of my sometimes-mundane life in a more attractive literary light . . . or just because I need a place to vent . . .

Regardless, here I am again.
So, (note to self) enjoy the ride and write it down—because you will blink and it will all have changed again . . .


"It's a Tractor."
(Belly art for the baby.)