Happy Family!

LOTS to be thankful for, this summer, for the Sipe/Berglunds. Baby Sister Berglund is following closely in her brother's footsteps. She's trying to bust her way out early, just like Mr. Gavin did. OK... to be fair, it's not her fault. It's a really faulty uterus! It's not a very hospitable environment in there. At the hospital the other night, the nurses liked her "variability" of heartrates. They thought that her heart's range of beats per minute sounded slighty more mature than a typical 25-weeker. (Allow me these brags of my awesome daughter, OK? They reassure me - I've been trying hard not to be one of "those" moms that thinks that their kid is a frickin genius.) That was a nice comment to get, in light of having checked into the hospital 4 times in 4 weeks. Sister's contractions started at week 21. Gavin's started at 27 (well, I noticed the discomfort at 27 - who knows how long I was having them without noticing?) I had 4 weeks of "take it easy" status with Sister. I had none with Gavin. I have had 4 hospital check-ins with Sister. I had 7 with Gavin. With Sister, I am on bedrest now (and Doc says I will likely deliver early, but doesn't know how early). Gavin was 7 weeks early.

Gavin is getting closer to understanding about Sister. He raspberries her all the time now, (but he also raspberries Grandpa Glenn's baby, Daddy's baby, and anyone else who'll let him up their shirt) and when we tell him to tell Sister "good night" he kisses her. When we set aside the infant toys for Sister, Gavin had some nostalgia and grabbed out the plush dinosaur that Grace gave him. Now Dino's his nap buddy. It's funny how Dino's importance changed with the threat of ownership transfer. Silly Gavin!

So Bedrest begins today. I think I knew this was coming. I also think I am ready for it. I have the iPhone to keep me occupied, blogging, and some crocheting. My dad asked my 2nd cousin Vicky to finish up a blanket for Sister that my mom started for Gavin. I asked my aunt Beryl to make a quilt for Sister with some lovely prints that I found, knowing that I wouldn't be able to make her a quilt myself. I didn't watch Grey's Anatomy last year, saved the reruns of King Of Queens, and Dan just found reruns of one of the best shows of all time for me... Malcolm in the Middle. We have Netflix on demand, and plenty of movies for me to catch up on. Luckily, my sixth sense and my hyperactive type A personality mean that I am also ready to have Sister come on home and join us. I persuaded Dan to install the fir flooring patch where the old stairs were. He also insulated, wired, and sheetrocked that corner of the house as well. So her "room" (the corner of our bedroom) is done and ready to welcome her. Her dresser is even stocked full of beautiful and teeny tiny baby clothes, washed and ready to wear. Ha! It's like I knew this was coming...