You had to know this blog post was coming

So...
Here we have the obligatory baby photos of both myself and Richard. I can't tell you how many times a day I try to imagine what our little girl is going to look like. Will she have my button nose, or his Greek nose? My fair skin, or his olive skin? Will she come out bald and string-beany like I did, or covered in dark hair with plenty of rolls and chub like he did?

There's no way of telling until she's here. I do know that she'll be more beautiful than I can even imagine.

Here we have me, at about 2 months. I think all the time about the stories my mom told me of my birth. First of all, the vital stats.
Name: Lindsay McCall
Weight: 7 pounds 15 ounces
Length: 21 inches
Time born: 10 at night (a dark and stormy night)
Other details? Hmmm...
How about the fact that I was four weeks overdue (not even funny to me at this point) and didn't respond to any inductions?
How about that they scheduled my mom for an emergency C-section and then she went into hard, active labor, which lasted an entire day?
How about my mom getting her first look at her newborn daughter and laughing at my cone head (a sad side effect of the vacuum and forceps that I required)? "I'll love her anyways!" my mom remembers thinking, not realizing that all newborns look kind of freaky.

And here we have Senor Turner. I'll report what I do know.

Name: Richard Alonzo

Weight: 8 pounds 15 ounces

Time born: 10 in the morning

Other details?

Well, this bubba was 2 weeks late, which is still not good enough for me. (I'm thinking a week early would be fantastic.)

He, too, was born during a whirlwind storm.

So...

I am almost 34 weeks, which means in a mere 3 weeks I will be at full-term and she could be here.

Holy shit.

And in the meantime, I cannot sleep. I cannot eat. I spend my days staring off into space picturing labor, folding and refolding her little clothes, and praying to all sorts of different gods that this little family unit I am desperately trying to hold together will make it.