If you have a rambunctious 2 year old with you.
But I got hooked up to the machine again, and Dante was himself, no shocker there. He danced, and sang the alphabet, and I noticed that when he sang, she moved! So I had him stand in front of me and sing the alphabet so I could get her to kick! LOL! He thought it was SO COOL that his little sister likes to hear him sing!
After a bit, Doc came in and informed me that my induction is scheduled for July 28th at 4 am. After talking to my mom, I am going to ask if we can bump that later by one day (or that evening) so we can have a good visit before shit hits the fan.
After the NST, I went across the street with Dante in tow for a quick follow up with my diabetes instructor, and her and Dante hit it off immediately. It was cute! He sang the alphabet to her, too, and had a blast drawing on scrap paper for her. Made a few adjustments to my diet so I don't tank again, and had a good chat.
When we left, the sky opened up and started spitting. So Dante and I booked it towards the car, parked about a block and a half away. At first, I was annoyed, but then I realized that this was a "teaching moment" and instead I held Dante's hand and we splashed in puddles. With every crack of thunder, I said "Listen! It's Thor!" and he'd smile and splash right along with me!
Got us to the car, and had to take a couple pictures. He was so cute, just soaked to the bone! He was a little distraught at being so wet, but I got him home, got him upstairs and we changed into pj's and enjoyed grilled cheese sandwiches and spagettios.
So, now he's napping, and it's my turn. I am very tired! And tomorrow, we are hitting Target with my bestie and her kiddos so I can get my Hospital Bag packed. I am very, very excited!
On one hand, I feel an incredible sense of calm. I know I GOT THIS. On another hand, I am dumbfounded that my baby boy is going to be a Big Brother. On yet another hand, I am incredibly sad that the greatest and most amazing person I have ever known won't be around. I made *SIX* discs for labor and delivery from the music that he, Hubby and myself had shared over the years, and listening to a few of those songs made me incredibly sad. I had to take a step back and just remember that I'm lucky I even got to know him in the first place. I am counting my blessings.