As of this writing, my wife is 33 weeks pregnant with our breech and very active second daughter. My wife is already on bed-rest for a month and the cabin-fever is starting to show. My sanity and spirits are teetering on a very fine wire, but I’m successfully not “Hulking” out. I still don’t have the urge to get cigarettes and never return. My highest admiration is for my wife and I am deeply impressed at how well she is handling everything. I’m worrying and stressing more than she is! She has to calm me down some nights. In fact yesterday she told me she isn’t going to tell me anything about her condition anymore and will just tell me when the contractions start. Fair enough I suppose. I just hope the baby gets out of breech otherwise it’ll most likely be a C-Section, making my wife still limited in her mobility after the baby is born. I think after all she has gone through since this conception would be a nice easy-breezy labor and we can start our new chapter clean and easy.

Maddie is going through some attitude adjustment phase. What I mean is she’s extra sassy and learning the basics to be a pain-in-the-ass. She can be the cutest, kindest little girl one minute and the next a total lunatic. She picks fights with us for really the most insane reasons. For instance, this morning, I was playing with her in the basement playroom with her Strawberry Shortcake Berry Bitty Market play-set and included in said play-set is a cash register part that fits snugly on the base but doesn’t permanently snap into the base. She wanted it to stay for good by snapping it in. I tried to cool her frustration by explaining to her that it doesn’t snap in. She threw the register across the room and said she was mad at me and didn’t want to play with me anymore. She then ordered me to stay downstairs while she ran up. All the while I’m baffled at what just happened as well as laughing through my teeth and such a drama-queen she is. So little moments like that make her look like a psycho but we still love her dearly.

I’m still finishing up the new nursery (just have to finish painting the forest creatures for the mural). The electrical work is done. The carpet is down. The furniture is in. I just have to put in the closet kit and the mural and we can welcome baby #2. But my wife has to KEEP HER IN for just 3-4 more weeks!!!

It’s time to start your betting pools, ladies and gentlemen. When do you think this baby is coming?!