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Two months from today, I will be holding Phoebe in my arms instead of my belly. We’re all warming up to the idea, though I just can’t seem to imagine what it will be like to actually have a third child in my charge, especially since I still haven’t figured out where I’m going to put her clothes. But it satiates my nesting desires to arrange, rearrange, and rearrange them again. Conversely, it’s given Dave an eye twitch and a stiff neck. (You should see what happens to him when I bring up the subject of transporting all three kids in the van.)
Not a day goes by that Julia doesn’t ask, “What do you think Phoebe will look like?” We’ve all placed our bets on the color of her hair – I say brown, Julia says blonde and Lucy says orange. Dave hasn’t made an official bet, although when she comes, you can be sure he’ll tell us, “I told you it was going to be (whatever color it is).”
Lucy has been looking at the ultrasound photo album I made with regularity. She points to the pictures and says, “Mommy baby belly! That’s Phoebe!” And she’s progressed from smacking at my bump to laying her cheek against it to feel her sister move, seasoning it with kisses and telling me, “Phoebe’s cute!” She mothers her baby dolls and even pretends to nurse them because, “I a good mommy! I love baby!”
I’m not sure what inspired the change in Lucy’s attitude. I’ve considered that it may be actually feeling the baby or seeing so many ultrasounds or all the books we’ve read and talking we’ve done about it. Dave seems to think it’s the two new molars we discovered peeking out of her gums yesterday. I think Julia’s excitment has helped. I love that she’s so proud to be a big sister.
Julia has been deeply involved with this pregnancy to the point that she became convinced, one night after a watermelon binge, that she was also pregnant. She requested “one of those sticks you pee on” to verify it. I tried to explain that it was impossible for her to be pregnant, but The Virgin Mary didn’t do anything to help me on this one and Julia just can’t see how the birth of Jesus could be any more special than the birth of her baby will be. At least she’s willing to take vitamins now. And she’s naming her daughter Stacey.
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Such adorable pictures of such beautiful girls. Phoebe is so lucky. BTW, have I ever mentioned how much I love your girls’ names? Anyway, the transition from 2 to 3 is easier than the transition from 1 to 2, I think.
I think Stacey is a great name.
3 will be a piece of cake mate!
I had 6 kids in 10 years… and a rather big van. THAT was a mission… but being organised helps. Me thinks you are a very organised person… you and Dave will cope just fine.
One more child after Phoebe and you will be caught up with me. Two more and you will be the master and I will be the disciple.
Great that Lucy is getting into the idea of a little sister! Tricky to explain Julia why she’s not pregnant.
Awesome pictures…beautiful deep colors.
When I was pregnant with Ellie, I tried to convince Lauren she wasn’t.
When I was pregnant with Ian, I had stopped trying to convince anyone of anything so if Shannon wanted to think she was pregnant, more power to her.
When we had 3 and a van, we put the two big girls in the back.
We had captain chairs in the middle row and took one out. Made life much easier.