Sigh.

The room is painted, the Ikea furniture is put together, the crib is moved (who knew it wouldn't fit through the door... although it WAS assembled in Ruary's room, only to remain there until yesterday). I have begun to wash all the tiny 3-month clothes (a few people got me newborn size... yeah, we'll see about that...) and organize all the pee-pee tee-pees and the hooded towels and the blankets. The Target order is on its way, with a second diaper pail and changing pad (you know, because Ruary is going to be in diapers FOREVER).

So, I will survive. If I go into labor tonight, I will be ready enough to focus on enjoying the birth of my second and last child. Milo is arriving soon, and I am determined to have this be a completely different experience. I am actually finding myself getting excited. I looked at a little onesie that is printed with the words "little brother" and I all of a sudden became really, really interested in meeting this thing inside me who is slowing down my digestion, my climbing-the-stairs-at-work pace, my brain. Oh man, is he going to sleep as well as his big brother? Is he going to smile when he's sixteen days old like his big brother? Is he going to have light red hair when he is born, only to develop a messy crown of ash blonde curls, like his big brother? Probably not any of this, because every kid is different. But I can't wait to find out.

In the meantime, however, I have work to do. I have to graduate a (dwindling, unfortunately) list of seniors on Saturday. I have to make sure all the yearbooks are sold and accounted for, and make sure my three yearbook campers are ready for July. I have to collect all the CBAs for the state, lest I appear an inferior teacher. And I have to make sure grades are entered and posted, with no oversights that will cause someone's parents to ground them for the summer. And I have to make sure my room is clean and the lockers are all cleaned out, and that my supply order is counted in and safely stored for the summer. Summer vacation is a helluva lot of work.

But BRING IT ON! Because I want to see a MILO.