Now that the baby is almost here (well, a month and a half away), she seems more and more real to me. The comments are driving me crazy. I literally can't leave my apartment without this conversation happening:
"When are you due?"
"Really? It looks like you're going to blow/pop/burst/go into labor right now."
"Are you having twins?"
Some people stop there; others say, "Cause you're really big!"
It's a good thing I don't have a gun.
On a more serious note, I wonder what it will be like to have two small children. I feel like I've hit my stride with E. I'm not saying it's easy. But I can handle it. Going back to breastfeeding, sleep deprivation, etc...will I be able to handle that? I guess I will "just do." I do have a fond, perhaps foolish hope that I will have one of those babies that sleep through the night at 6 weeks (or even shortly after coming home from the hospital...I read about a baby like that, in a blog). Because for me, it's the sleep that kicks your ass. I can deal with diapers, crying, etc. But I need sleep to do it.
It's definitely fun buying clothes for a girl, if a bit intimidating at first (so many choices!). I have now bought a complete layette, including a pink bear suit to keep her warm in the winter.