T-Minus 1cm

Hello my little constellation.  The days are counting down now until your arrival.  The nest has been made and remade.  Hospital tours have been conducted (check, everything in good working order).  Strange apparatus has been procured.  Baby mittens to prevent you from scratching yourself are on standby.  Diaper genie with infinity supply of diapers also ready to go.  We're t-minus (or should I say plus) 1cm.  Tick tock.

T-Minus 45

Hello my little constellation. It is t-minus 45 days until you are to officially join us (10/14/2010) but there is a full moon on 9/23/2010 and your mom and I are hoping we can coax you out. We’re going to drink a bottle of Lunar by Movia that is produced by a crazy winemaker near Italy. Apparently, he harvests grapes on the full moon. Perhaps naked? I’ve been dreaming about you (or maybe the concept of you, too early to tell) lately. In one dream, you have one blue eye and one green eye. You tell me that you’re fully conversant but have some issues with math (like your Mother ). In another, you don’t ever really appear but talk to me from inside your mom’s pregnant belly. You even give strangers that visit you advice.