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…’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.