…’Til my Mommy arrives.
I think I’m more excited for that than for Babby’s birth. Maybe because Babby’s birth is filled with things I don’t like – pain, and worse, CHANGE.
Meanwhile I know exactly what it will be like having my Mum here – she’ll clean the house we just cleaned before she arrived, she’ll tsk tsk over things, she’ll take over in the kitchen, she’ll make us twitch by talking about Wikipedia’s liberal bias or why Stephen Harper is the new Christ figure (still can’t figure out why the woman who raised me to be left wing turned right wing in her retirement), and she’ll immediately buckle down to dealing with everything that bothers me. I’ll fight and fume and then lay back and let her take care of everything, like when I was little.
Like I said… I can’t wait.
If By Yes 
Omigosh. After I had my first child, my mom came for a week. She would bring hot breakfast up to me (with a pan lid over it to keep it warm!) while I nursed my son. She was awesome. When she left, I felt like a dog with my nose pressed to the window as I watched her drive away in slow motion. Oh, how I wanted her to stay… Moms are cool like that.
I’m happy for you that your mom’s coming to help you! 🙂
Me too! I have a blog post coming about this – I think that our society expects too much of new mothers. Other cultures pamper the mother. I plan to sit back and let my mother pamper me muchly.
im glad your mommy is coming 🙂