Any day....

We have 4 days until the due date and couldn't be filled with more anticipation. I am eager to get the show on the road but Ben is concerned that this delivery may get in the way of his basketball tournament this Saturday. When I told him about some contractions I was having tonight his response was, "the basketball gods won't allow that". Clearly, he has not been carrying this baby for 40 weeks! I am desperate to hold this little baby girl and bring her home.

I have loved talking to Kinsley about her baby sister. We have several picture books about new babies that she loves that have hopefully helped her understand how her little world is about to be rocked. She talks about the baby all the time and will look at my tummy and say, "come now, baby sister". I totally agree!

It Coulda' Been Worse

Exactly one week ago our desktop computer crashed. The impact of this may never fully be realized as the pain is still too fresh for me to verify what exactly has been lost. Most importantly, the pictures…….my Iphoto library was topping 2,000. It was moments ago that I summoned enough courage to login to my shutterfly account to see the pictures that have been downloaded, thus the only ones we have left. Luckily, many of our favs are there (about 200 total…OUT OF 2,000!) but what will I ever do without access to the pics of Ben with a moustache or myself in the month before having Kinsley when the water retention in my face was at peak levels?!

oh wait....



It is a miracle beyond words that the morning before the crash, in the midst of the obsessive organizing rituals I have been experiencing in this nesting phase before baby’s arrival, I did some major printing and filing of things on the computer. This includes the printing of a hardcopy of my address book. Praise! As well as the printing of letters I wrote to Kinsley while I was pregnant, about her birth, day of dedication etc…..Praise!

It will be interesting to see how this affects my blog. My posts are sporadic at best, but only having the laptop will certainly put a wrench in my ability to easily jump on. Some insight: Ben is crazy obsessive about “his” laptop. It has a special place in our home inside its carrier. The cord must be perfectly folded in a “cord case” and the computer must be securely fastened in the case with a Velcro safety strap. I have had to wash hands before using it and he has checked Kinsley’s “paws” when he found a greasy miniature handprint on the top.

I am sure that if we were to bring the harddrive to a computer guru the lost could be found. Maybe when I need the perfect baby pic of Kinsley for her high school yearbook we will cross that path but for now I will mourn the loss of my little apple.